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Willie Loman is sad

  • Willy [with increasing anger]: Howard, all I need to set my table is fifty dollars a week.
  • Howard: But where am I going to put you, kid?
  • Willy: Look, it isn't a question of whether I can sell merchandise, is it?
  • Howard: No, but it's a business, kid, and everybody's gotta pull his own weight.
  • Willy [desperately]: Just let me tell you a story, Howard–
  • Howard: ’Cause you gotta admit, business is business.
  • Willy [angrily]: Business is definitely business, but just listen for a minute. You don't understand this. When I was a boy– eighteen, nineteen – I was already on the road. And there was a question in my mind as to whether selling had a future for me. Because in those days I had a yearning to go to Alaska. See, there were three gold strikes in one month in Alaska, and I felt like going out. Just for the ride, you might say.
  • Howard [barely interested]: Don't say.

16: Moments (via Justine)

“ Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m doing the best that I can. I know that’s all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn’t, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I’m fucked! Maybe I should quit. Don’t quit! Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don’t fucking quit! I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to fucking do anymore! Fucker! Fuck shit!
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Albert Markovski – I Heart Huckabees (2004)
“ I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.
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Jean-Paul Sartre’s Lost Cookbook