There were metal detectors on the staff-room doors and Hernandez usually had a drawer full of push-daggers, nunchuks, stun-guns, k...nucks, boot-knives, and whatever else the detectors had picked up. Like Friday morning at a South Miami high school.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Life, from beginning to end, is fear. Yes, it is pain, yes, it is desire, but more than anything it is fear; a certain amount rati...onal, an enormous amount irrational. All political cruelties stem from that overwhelming fear. To push back the threatening forces, to offer primitive sacrifices, to give up some in the hope that others will be saved ... that is the power struggle. That is the outsidedness of the poor, the feeble, the infantile. That is the outsidedness of Jews. That is the outsidedness of blacks. That is the outsidedness of women.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm right here to tell you, mister. There ain't nobody gonna push me off my land. My grandpa took up this land seventy years ago. ...My pa was born here. We was all born on it. And some of us was killed on it. And some of us died on it. That's what makes it ourn. Bein' born on it. And workin' on it. And dyin' on it. And not no piece of paper with writin' on it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
After the dreadful frustrations Freudians have experienced with my other books, I am sure they will refrain from inflicting upon W...altz a sublimation of the push-button power-feeling such as the manipulation of an elevator, up (erection!) and down (revenge suicide!).LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loya...lty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse.... ... I am the Visiting Poet: a real unicorn, a wind-up plush dodo, a wax museum of the Movement. People want to push the buttons and see me glow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As a guy develops and practices his masculinity, he is accompanied by an invisible male chorus of all the other guys, who hiss or ...cheer as he attempts to approximate the masculine ideal, who push him to sacrifice more of his humanity for the sake of his masculinity, and who ridicule him when he holds back. The chorus is made up of all the guy's comrades and rivals, his buddies and bosses, his male ancestors and his male cultural heroes--and above all, his father, who may have been a real person in his life, or may have existed only as the myth of the man who got away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
From one casual of mine he picked this sentence. "After dinner, the men moved into the living room." I explained to the professor ...that this was Ross's way of giving the men time to push back their chairs and stand up. There must, as we know, be a comma after every move, made by men, on this earth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while,... So, pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »