What it comes down to is this: the grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, th...e policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politician--these are the people who make money out of prostitution, these are the real reapers of the wages of sin.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Butte citizen's blood pressure rises and falls with the price of copper. He opposes war "and yet, when you come to think of it..., war would probably raise the price of copper and increase work and wages ..." Sometimes he is half-convinced that Butte is the real capital of the United States and copper instead of gold the proper standard of values. If he is a miner, or has friends or near relatives in the mines, he is often grim and worried. Butte's streets are crowded nightly with persons intent upon a round of pleasure in bars and gambling places, some seeking to forget the fears of daily existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
White men have always controlled their wives' wages. Colored men were not able to do so until they themselves became free. Then th...ey owned both their wives and their wages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and ...the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. Nothing is more real th...an nothing. They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The media transforms the great silence of things into its opposite. Formerly constituting a secret, the real now talks constantly.... News reports, information, statistics, and surveys are everywhere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Huw: Bron, would you have me to live in this house, and have my wages? Bronwen: Your home is with your mother.... Huw: It was she who sent me. Bronwen: From pity. Huw: No, from sense. If you put clothes on night and morning, let them be my clothes. Bronwen: Good old man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If Nature denies eternity to beings, it follows that their destruction is one of her laws. Now, once we observe that destruction i...s so useful to her that she absolutely cannot dispense with it ... from this moment onward the idea of annihilation which we attach to death ceases to be real ... what we call the end of the living animal is no longer a true finis, but a simple transformation, a transmutation of matter. According to these irrefutable principles, death is hence no more than a change of form, an imperceptible passage from one existence into another.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each othe...r. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You can't be a Real Country unless you have A BEER and an airline--it helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nucl...ear weapons, but at the very least you need a BEER.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »