varbūt, nezinu, nelasu

ai, aizdomājos jau līdz selindzēra frenijai un zūijam. sāku meklēt, kāds bija teiciens par to, ka smēķēšana ir tas, kas pietur pie zemes. neatradu, bet atradu citas quotes

"You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes."

"We're freaks, that's all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that's all. We're the tattooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too."

"You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one season of summer stock, and you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students, and you decide that everything's ego, ego, ego, and the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is to lie around and shave her head and say the Jesus prayer and beg God for little mystical experience that'll maker her nice and happy."

"The only think you can do now, the only religious thing you can do, is act. Act for God, if you want to - be God's actress, if you want to. What could be prettier? You can at least try to, if you want to--there's nothing wrong in trying."

"An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's."

nav man tās grāmatas. kādreiz bija tāds pusbiris padomju peiperbeks. tagad labprāt iegādātos.

es no frenijas un zūija atceros tikai par maizītēm, nu kas tā par jaunu modi, nemitīgi tā maizīšu ēšana. tā bija mana mīļākā vieta, citēju no galvas. vai nav sekli? :)

selindžerā jau nekas nav sekli, izplēs jebkuru lapu no grāmatas un ierāmē aiz stikla pie sienas

ne jau selindžers ir sekli, bet, ka tas ir viss, ko atceros

es arī maz ko atceros no tās grāmatas, jo lasīju tik sen. tāpēc tagad gribas pārlasīt. tur es pirmoreiz izlasīju par mazo jēzus lūgšanu un tas ietekmēja visu manu dzīvi.

padomju laikā bija tik vienreizēji labs tv uzvedums frenija un zūijs. skatījos un beigās raudāju. māti tēloja tagad nelaiķe zigrīda stungure. niks ērglis zūijs, aīda ozoliņa frenija. ļoti labs bija. adekvāts. stungure vispār miljons savā karlsona rītasvārkā.

“I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”

“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.”