Gangs are never goin' to die out. You all goin' to get usjobs?

From the time Mr. Developing Nation was forced to read _TheLittle Red Book_ in exchange for a blob of rice, till the time he figured outthat waiting in line for a loaf of pumpernickel was boring as fuck, took aboutthree generations. . . . Decades of indoctrination, manipulation, censorshipand KGB excursions haven't altered this fact: People want a piece of their own littleSomething-or-Other, and, if they don't get it, have a tendency to initiatecounterrevolution.

-- 16 year oldGrape Street Crip Gang-member

Excuse me, Worker, I'll just be a nanosecond.

-- a localDeadhead in the Seattle Times

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in allearnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections ofspoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable. There is no way you cantell the child that if language had been a melody, he had mastered it and donewell, but that since it was in fact a sense, he had botched it utterly.

One man's Mede is another man's Persian.

Once I was a tadpole, in the beginning of the begin; Then Iwas a toadfrog with my tail tucked in. Then I was a monkey in a banyan tree;Now I'm a professor with a Ph.D.

-- Acomputer, from Firesign Theater's “I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus”

To see the rate you drink your beer.

Funny, this is just the kind of quasi-religious didacticismthat leads me to believe that objectivism is not philosophy and that it'sbasically a Rand fan club.

But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,

When they took the fourth amendment, I was silent because Idon't deal drugs. When they took the sixth amendment, I kept quiet because Iknow I'm innocent. When they took the second amendment, I said nothing becauseI don't own a gun. Now they've come for the first amendment, and I can't sayanything at all.

It gives a chap the belly-ache.

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision ofwhat is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out tomeet it.

The cow, the old cow, she is dead;

Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed bythe living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and bychildren to adults.

-- A Network23 executive on Max Headroom

University President: Why is it that you physicists alwaysrequire so much expensive equipment? Now the Department of Mathematics requiresnothing but money for paper, pencils, and erasers . . . and the Department ofPhilosophy is better still. It doesn't even ask for erasers.

In a chronodimensional skip . . ..

I'm not going to be as kind to FICC in general as you havebeen. Something is wrong there. These three semiliterate fanboys send dozens ofmessages a day, fewer than half of which are about anything in particular. Ihaven't had a kill file since Weiner left, but I've been sorely tempted to useone to avoid seeing anything from ficc.

You eat your victuals fast enough;

Kill files are an expression of resentment by theunmemorable or untalented against the memorable and talented. Your appearancein kill files merely marks the fact that you have more than once tried to makepeople think, when they really would rather not. It is an honor.