"I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it."

-J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“And later when we got into the car, he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end. "Where are we going?" I asked.
I don’t know,” he said, “just driving.”
"But this road doesn’t go anywhere,” I told him.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“What does?” I asked, after a little while.

“Just that we’re on it, dude," he said.

-Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

"It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road."

-J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

"Shoot, coward! You are only going to kill a man."

-Che Guevara, final words before he was executed October 9, 1967.

"in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back."

-Charles Bukowski, from "Purple glow"

Lollapalooza day 1, 8/1/2008

Suuuch a fun day.

via BrooklynVegan.com

"People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as she drives up the on-ramp. She says, "People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles." Though that sentence shouldn't bother me, it stays in my mind for an uncomfortably long time. Nothing else seems to matter. Not the fact that I'm eighteen and it's December and the ride on the plane had been rough and the couple from Santa Barbara, who were sitting across from me in first class, had gotten pretty drunk. Not the mud that had splattered on the legs of my jeans, which felt kind of cold and loose, earlier that day at an airport in New Hampshire. Not the stain on the arm of the wrinkled, damp shirt I wear, a shirt which looked fresh and clean this morning. Not the tear on the neck of my gray argyle vest, which seems vaguely more eastern than before, especially next to Blair's clean tight jeans and her pale-blue shirt. All of this seems irrelevant next to that one sentence. It seems easier to hear that people are afraid to merge than "I'm pretty sure Muriel is anorexic" or the singer on the radio crying out about magnetic waves. Nothing else seems to matter to me but those ten words. Not the warm winds, which seem to propel the car down the empty asphalt freeway, or the faded smell of marijuana which still faintly permeates Blaire's car. All it comes down to is the fact that I'm a boy coming home for a month and meeting someone whom I haven't seen for four months and people are afraid to merge.”

-Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero