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“The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door. I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor.”
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“There's something retro about your persona. It's like the pre-World War II generation of reporters - those unpretentious, working-class guys who hung around saloons and used rough language. Now they've all been replaced with these effete Ivy League elitists who swarm over the current media. Nerds - utterly dull and insipid.”
Source : Interview with David Salle, www.interviewmagazine.com. May 4, 2015.
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“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.”
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“Long ago I dreamed of being a hero in your company" Halli said Huskily "I'm sorry to say your reality disappoints me”
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“How many times have I failed before? How many times have I stood here like this, in front of my own image, in front of my own person, trying to convince him not to be scared, to go on, to get out of this rut? How many times before I finally convince myself, how many private, erasable deaths will I need to die, how may self-murders is it going to take, how many times will I have to destroy myself before I learn, before I understand?”
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“There just isn’t a weak season of 'Breaking Bad.' There’s just superior work, a sprint toward evil that turned into a marathon. But like all big-talker shows that bring their heavy cargo in for a rough and breathlessly observed landing, 'Breaking Bad' didn’t quite leave itself enough runway to satisfactorily end some of its better story lines, especially once the chronology gap closed up between the flash-forwards from last year’s episodes and Sunday night’s conclusion. One could easily argue that there was just too much left to do in this one episode.”
Source : " TV ‘Breaking Bad’ finale: What happened to Walt — and to us" by Hank Stuever, www.washingtonpost.com. September 29, 2013.
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“A poem is good if it contains a new analogy and startles the reader out of the habit of treating words as counters.”
Source : "Speculations: Essays on Humanism and the Philosophy of Art". Book by T. E. Hulme, 1924.
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“His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.”