During those years in Stamps, I met and fell in love with William Shakespeare. He was my first white love.... it was Shakespeare w...ho said, "When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes." It was a state of mind with which I found myself most familiar. I pacified myself about his whiteness by saying that after all he had been dead so long it couldn't matter to anyone any more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flaemmchen: Did you ever see a stenographer with a decent frock on? The Baron: I have indeed.... Flaemmchen: One she'd bought herself? The Baron: Oh, I see what you mean.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Grusinskaya: You must go now. The Baron: I'm not going. You know I'm not going. Oh, please let me stay.... Grusinskaya: But I want to be alone. The Baron: That isn't true. You don't want to be alone. You were in despair just now. I can't leave you now. You mustn't cry anymore. You must forget. Let me stay for just a little while. Ahh, please let me stay. Grusinskaya: For just a minute then.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kringelein: I'm going to live. I'm going to have a good time while I can. The Baron: That's my motto, Kringelein. A short lif...e and a gay one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present ...to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green.... If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive, and probably won't.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So I say, if you cannot learn to love real art; at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. It is not because the wretched thin...g is so ugly and silly and useless that I ask you to cast it from you; it is much more because these are but the outward symbols of the poison that lies within them; look through them and see all that has gone to their fashioning, and you will see how vain labour, and sorrow, and disgrace have been their companions from the first--and all this for trifles that no man really needs!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,... To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died today, "This must be so."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
First Plebian. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator! Cinna. I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet!... Fourth Plebian. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »