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Pic of the Day: “I love the stories. You know, about fallin’ in love, and having love knock you around, and then the pressures of the world on you so tough it makes you feel small. You just want to give your soul to God. You might as well, your ass belongs to him.”
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Pic of the Day: “Can you get a mob together?” “After what happened to Luther, I don’t think I can get more than two, three hundred guys.”
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Pic of the Day: “What do you think of the children?” “Children? I don’t recognize ’em. They’ve grown so old.” “I tried to stop them, to keep them just as they were when you left, but they got away from me.”
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Pic of the Day: “If people would just look at the paintings, I don’t think they would have any trouble enjoying them. It’s like looking at a bed of flowers, you don’t tear your hair out over what it means.”
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Pic of the Day: “He did not just get off the fuckin’ couch. If he did, I’m gonna buy a couch like that.”
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Pic of the Day: “I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine.”
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Pic of the Day: “It seems it always happens. Whenever we get too high-hat and too sophisticated for flag-waving, some thug nation decides we’re a push-over all ready to be blackjacked. And it isn’t long before we’re looking up, mighty anxiously, to be sure the flag’s still waving over us.”
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Pic of the Day: “I gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here. Miami Beach, that’s where you could score. Anybody can score there, even you. In New York, no rich lady with any class at all buys that cowboy crap anymore. They’re laughin’ at you on the street.”
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Pic of the Day: “I can’t do it.” “What?” “I can’t beat him.” “Apollo?” “Yeah. I been out there walkin’ around, thinkin’. I mean, who am I kiddin’? I ain’t even in the guy’s league.” “What are we gonna do?” ‘I don’t know.”
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Pic of the Day: “He’s stuck, that’s what it is. He’s in between worlds. You know it happens sometimes that the spirit gets yanked out so fast that the essence still feels it has work to do here.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mama says not to be too late, Papa.” “Look, God invented time and when He invents something, there’s always plenty of it.”
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Pic of the Day: “To be truly effective, a good narcotics agent must know and love narcotics. A good narcotics agent should have narcotics in his blood.” “What, you gonna smoke that?” “No, you are.” “Hell if I am!” “Yes.” “You’re not?” “No.” “Why? You a Mormon?” “I’m not losing my job.” “This is your job. Smoke it.”
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Pic of the Day: “Birdie, you don’t like Eve, do you?” “You looking for an answer or an argument?” “An answer.” “No.” “Why not?” “Now you want an argument.”
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Pic of the Day: “Well, please, don’t do that.” “I’m sorry?” “I believe sucking smoke into your lungs will… will kill you.” “My physicians said it relaxes the… the… the throat.” “They’re idiots.” “They’ve all been knighted.” “Makes it official, then.”
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Pic of the Day: “You ain’t ever gonna amount to nothing. Already spent a dime this morning, ain’t even had a decent breakfast. Gimme the chalk. Why don’t you comb you hair Sonny, it sticks up, look like you smelled’m wolf. I’m surprised you had the nerve to show up this morning after that stomping y’all took last night.”
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Pic of the Day: “You look so unhappy.” “Well are you happy? Here?” “Maybe I’m not perfect at it. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I want to be here.”
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Pic of the Day: “In my life, it has always been the harmless stuff that hurt the most. When there’re things so horribly, you can’t even imagine it. It’s usually a lot easier than you think. You never really know, until you’re the one standing there.”
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Pic of the Day: “They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me, then they will have my dead body. NOT MY OBEDIENCE!”
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Pic of the Day: “What’s the best way to go about disarming one of these things?” “The way you don’t die, sir.”
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Pic of the Day: “So what do you want to do?” “Don’t know, sir.” “It stinks, I suppose.” “Yeah, It stinks bad. And we all covered up in it too. Ain’t nobody clean. Be nice to get clean, though.” “How do we do that? We ante up and kick in, sir. But I still don’t want to carry your flag.”
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