You can be young without money, but you can’t be old without it.
Every time you come in yelling that God damn Rise and Shine! Rise and Shine! I say to myself, How lucky dead people are!
Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
The rest of my days I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die–with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship’s doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. Poor lady, they’ll say, The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.
Mendacity is a system that we live in, declares Brick. Liquor is one way out an’death’s the other.
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
The human animal is a beast that dies and if he’s got money he buys and buys and buys and I think the reason he buys everything he can buy is that in the back of his mind he has the crazy hope that one of his purchases will be life everlasting!–Which it never can be….
Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.