Quotes By Notes of a Dirty Old Man

“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.”


“Baby, in a couple of minutes I'm going to rip off your god damned panties and show you some turkey neck you'll remember all the way to the graveside. I have a vast and curved penis, like a sickle, and many a gutted pussy has gasped come upon my callous and roach-smeared rug. First let me finish this drink.”


“To be young is the only religion.”


“and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.”


“Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful women never last.”


“One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.”


“Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.”


“it was going to be all right.
at last.
for a while.”


“No pain means the end of feeling; each of our joys is a bargain with the devil.”


“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets.”


“Listen, friend, he said, this whole game is just one big deck of cards. if you want to get into the game you have to take whatever comes up in the shuffle.”


“Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew it.”


“it was a beauty fire, it contained soul, the sides of sunshine mountains, hot streams of smiling fish, warm stockings smelling a bit like toast. I held my hand over the little flame. I had beautiful hands. that one thing I had. I had beautiful hands.”


“Nothing against the law ever cease to exist.”


“did she love you?
only as an extension of herself.
what else can love be?
the common sense to care very much for something very good. it needn't be related by bloodline. it can be a red beachball or a piece of buttered toast.”


“rewolucja - to brzmi bardzo romantycznie, ale takim nie jest. rewolucja to krew, flaki i obÅ‚Ä™d; to maÅ‚e dzieci, które zabito, bo akurat wlazÅ‚y pod nogi; maÅ‚e dzieci, które nie sÄ… w stanie zrozumieć, co siÄ™ tu, do kurwy nÄ™dzy, dzieje; to twoja dziwka, to twoja żona, której bagnetem rozpruto brzuch, a potem zgwaÅ‚cono w dupÄ™ na twych oczach; to ludzie, którzy kiedyÅ› Å›miali siÄ™ na filmach z MyszkÄ… Miki, a teraz torturujÄ… swych pobratymców, zanim siÄ™ wiÄ™c na to zdecydujesz, to wczeÅ›niej zastanów siÄ™, dokÄ…d może zaprowadzić uniesienie i co z niego zostanie, gdy już bÄ™dzie po wszystkim”


“Když chce nÄ›kdo zabít Boha, znamená to, že ho chci zabít i já?”


“(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)”


“Beynime bir soluk hava çekebilmek için savaÅŸmaktan bıktım. Yıllarca insanlardan kaçmamın nedeni bu, ve onlarla görüşmeye baÅŸladığımdan beri inime dönme zamanının geldiÄŸini hissediyorum.”


“That was love, that was bravery. Shit, who could really stand me? anyone who could stand me had a lot of forgiveness of soul.”


“He, and all of us, are the victims of an attitude that has been growing in our land for nearly a decade - an attitude that says a man can choose the laws he must obey, that he can take the law into his own hands for a cause, that crime does not necessarily mean punishment.”


“so we went up the hill. then we got into my room and I looked at them both. my pure and beautiful slim and magic little girl glorious fuck with the hair dangling down to the asshole, and next to her the tragedy of the ages: slime and horror, the machine gone wrong, frogs tortured by little boys and head-on car collisions and the spider taking in the ball-less buzzing fly and the landscape brain of Primo Carnera going down under the dull playboy guns of cocksure Maxie Baer — new heavyweight champ of America — I, I rushed at the Tragedy of the Ages — that fat slob of accumulated shit.”


“I talked to Miriam. She says you paint and write, you're an artist"
"at rare times I'm an artist; at most other times I'm nothing”


“is it possible to love a human being?
of course, especially if you don’t know them too well. I like to watch them through my window, walking down the street.
Stirkoff, you’re a coward.
of course, sir.
what is your definition of a coward?
a man who would think twice before fighting a lion with his bare hands.
and what is your definition of a brave man?
a man who doesn’t know what a lion is.
every man knows what a lion is.
every man assumes that he does.
and what is your definition of a fool?
a man who doesn’t realize that Time, Structure and Flesh are being mostly wasted.
who then is a wise man?
there aren’t any wise men, sir.
then there can’t be any fools. if there isn’t any night there can’t be any day; if there isn’t any white there can’t be any black.
I’m sorry, sir. I thought that everything was what it was, not depending on something else”


“whatya wanna hear on the juke?” I asked. “anything. anything you like.” I loaded the thing. I didn’t know who I was but I could load a juke box.”


“WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR TYPEWRITER YOU LEAVE YOUR MACHINE GUN AND THE RATS COME POURING THROUGH.”


“Devrim sözcüğü kulağınıza hoÅŸ geliyor, deÄŸil mi? ama hiç öyle deÄŸildir, inanın bana. devrimin ne olduÄŸunu bilmek ister misiniz? kan, bağırsak ve delilik. yolunuza çıktığı için ölen çocuklar, dünyadan habersiz yavrular. yanınızdaki kaltağın, hatta karınızın gözünüzün önünde kasaturalanıp ırzına geçilmesidir. bir zamanlar miki fare filmlerine gülen erkeklerin birbirine iÅŸkence etmeleridir. böyle bir eyleme geçmeden önce eylemin ruhunun nerede olduÄŸunu ve eylem bittiÄŸinde nerede olacağını çok iyi düşünmek gerek. Dostoyevski'nin Suç ve Ceza'sına katılmıyorum, koÅŸullar ne olursa olsun kimseyi öldürme meselesi. ama iyi düşünmek gerek. iÅŸin delirtici yanı tek bir mermi bile sıkmadan canlarımızı alıyor olmaları. para babalarının ÅŸiÅŸko oÄŸulları Beverly Hills'de on dört yaşında kızların ırzlarına geçerken ben bir yerlerde asgari ücretle belimi kırıyordum. helada beÅŸ dakika fazla kaldığı için iÅŸten kovulan adamlar biliyorum. anlatmak istemediÄŸim çok ÅŸey gördüm. ama bir ÅŸeyi öldürmeden önce yerine daha iyisini koyabileceÄŸinden emin olmalısın. parklarda nefret palavraları sıkan siyasi fırsatçılardan daha iyi bir ÅŸeyler olmalı elinizde. bir ÅŸeyin bedelini ödemek canınıza okuyacaksa otuz altı aylık garantiden fazlasını arayın. devrime duyulan romantik özlemin dışında bir ÅŸey göremedim henüz. ne gerçek bir lider ne de ÅŸimdiye kadar her devrim sonrası gelen ihanetin önüne geçebilecek bir platform. ÅŸayet birini yok edeceksem o adamın yerine karbon kopyasının gelmesini istemem. tarihi bar helasında barbut oynayan ayyaÅŸlar gibi harcadık. insan ırkından utanç duyuyorum, ama bu utanca katkıda bulunmanın da bir anlamı yok. elimden gelirse utancı azaltmak isterim.”


“Saçmalık, yaÅŸamak, beklemek, aramak.Düşünmekten beynim aÄŸrıyordu.
Bir kere aşık olmuştum, ilk gençlik rüyalarımı görmeye başladığım yıllarda.
Irene bizim yanımızdaki evde yaÅŸardı.Onun yanında kalbim zonklardı. Sonra en yakın arkadaşımla kırlara gittiler.O gün vazgeçtim sevmekten.”


“the reason the average person is at the track is that they are driven screwy by the turn of the bolt, the foreman’s insane face, the landlord’s hand, the lover’s dead sex; taxation, cancer, the blues; clothes that fall apart on a 3rd wearing, water that tastes like piss, doctors that run assembly-line and indecent offices, hospitals without heart, politicians with skulls filled with pus … we can go on and on but would only be accused of being bitter and demented, but the world makes madmen (and women) of us all, and even the saints are demented, nothing is saved. so shit. well. according to my figures I’ve only had 2500 pieces of ass but I’ve watched 12,500 horse races, and if I have any advice to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.”