Who doesn't enjoy a swift kick in the face on a brisk January morning?
After anonymously strolling past a smoking, coffee-guzzling Don Knotts in Times Square at four o' clock in the morning, I think my social life has reached a zenith of ecstasy never to be attained again in the company of living men.
You wouldn't believe how New Mexico sounds at night. The silence is deafening without the throb and hum of what humans make.
There was a time when I would have typed out in neat little letters here--Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas-- without hesitation, but I'm older now, and not so lustfully smitten with drugs, midget acrobats, or suicide.
The televison is a mostly rectangular electronic device that gained popularity in the 1950's, eventually coming to replace most American fathers as the voice of authority at dinner tables across the nation.
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody. --J.D. Salinger
I've always admired your mom. Anyone's mom, really.