“Put 'em on and be yourself, mister alienated loner steppenwolf bemused distant meta-izing technocrat rationalist fucking shithead.”
“Sing, if you can sing, and if not still bemusical inside yourself.”
“Feed 'em, fuck 'em, and flatter 'em.”
“find em, fool em, fuck em, forget em”
“Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.”
“She forgot the three F's," Julia whispered to Sara Moulton: "Feed 'em, fuck 'em, and flatter 'em.”