In the past every member of our family did something with his hands. I’m the first idle son of a bitch with a glib tongue and a bad heart.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
Everybody’s getting ready to get raped, drugged, violated, soused with the new music that seeps out of the sweat of the asphalt.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
It’s strange, but if you cand draw an arch the rest of the bridge folows naturally. Only an engineer can ruin a bridge.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
No harm, I say, can ever be done a great book by taking it with you to the toillet. Only the little books suffer thereby.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
Every man his own civilized desert, the island of self on which he is shipwrecked: happiness, relative or absolute, is out of the question.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
For me the book is the man and my book is the man I am, the confused man, the negligent man, the reckless man, the lusty, obscene, boisterous, thoughtful, scrupulous man that I am.
Dan Lungu – “In iad toate becurile sunt arse”
Din pricina ciorilor si a norilor se insera, pare, mai repede.
Dan Lungu – “In iad toate becurile sunt arse”
Uneori era convins ca toate mamele din lume sunt un amestec de kamikaze, Rambo si Alba-ca-Zapada, iar a lui nu facea exceptie.
Dan Lungu – “In iad toate becurile sunt arse”
Vinul parca nu avea gust. Bautele intre familisti degaja o acreala insuportabila. In ciocnitul paharelor se aude zdranganitul lanturilor de argint.
Dan Lungu – “In iad toate becurile sunt arse”
Sa te gandesti mereu la trecut e ca si cum ai incerca sa numeri pana la zece pe o mana cu cinci degete.