“I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me."
Bill Hicks
"The cemetery where she had come was one of the old sort full of ancient stones, tombs and knotted trees that grew as the bodies decomposed. The true cycle of nature was enacted here. The kind which she avoided - the modern, municipal type - with rows of identical headstones upon well-cut grass held no notions of happiness or interest. They too contained dead people but there was no atmosphere, no beauty. An old graveyard held the aura of the adagio in 'Mahler’s Fifth', a new one more like the chorus to 'Onward Christian Soldiers'.
Not all the graves here were old. It was a private cemetery and a few were still interred here. This was where she wanted to rest or at least somewhere like it. Her fantasy was Pere Lachaise. To be buried in the vicinity of Oscar Wilde or Edith Piaf. That would be something.
She knew the stones here. Some were old friends. She would sit and talk to them of lives she had conjured. Emily King (1880-1888) was a child who had died an abominable death by some virulent disease or had she been murdered at the hand of some reprobate stepfather? Inscriptions told the bare facts - few graves had epitaphs. Names and dates were all most lives were reduced to. Some stones in the new cemeteries had photographs set into them as if you were supposed to envisage such a face rotting beneath and lament, 'how sad that one so beautiful should die'."
"The tomb of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir looked like a cold, stone chaise longue where their spirits may rise and languish amid the dead of Montparnasse. Pamela could imagine them perched on the end thrashing out some disputation they had taken to the grave where they rested in eternal symbiosis."
I like the unconventional. If your idea of success is a sharp suit and a fast car you won't interest me. If you read books, and look at paintings or listen to music (or even play it!) then I'll be interested in what you have to say. If you despise religion and you think that God is an unnecessary construct of a delusional mind we'll get on famously.
Nick Cave - (Are You) The One That I've Been Waiting For
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Whatever makes me laugh: Ricky Gervais, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Alan Partridge, Harry Hill, Monty Python, Simpsons, Futurama.
Match of the Day.
Quizzes, except Smugheads.
Some people I have enjoyed over the years: Houellebecq, Murakami, Camus, Sartre, Paul Auster, Hesse, Nabokov, Kundera, Mann, Knut Hamsun, Jose Saramago, Patrick Suskind, Jonathan Safran Foer, Frederic Beigbeder, Huxley, Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Marquez, Celine, Richard Brautigan, Kurt Vonnegut, William Burroughs, Will Self, George Orwell, Iris Murdoch, Pablo Neruda, ee cummings. Hundreds of writers actually. All better than me.
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