Henry Fool: Opportunity will move out of the way to let a man pass it by.
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Henry Fool: Opportunity will move out of the way to let a man pass it by.
Henry Fool: I learn so much from these magazines Mr. Dang, and I refuse to discriminate between modes of knowing.
Henry Fool: An honest man is always in trouble, remember that Simon.
Henry Fool: The world is full of shit indeed.
Henry Fool: Certain work needs to be experienced all at once in order for one to appreciate the full force of it's character.
Henry Fool: You see Simon, there's three kinds of "there". There's "there", t-h-e-r-e: "There are the donuts." Then there's "their", t-h-e-i-r, which is the possessive: "It is their donut." Then finally, there's "they're", t-h-e-y-apostrophe-r-e. A contraction meaning: "They're... they're the donut people." Got it?
Henry Fool: It's a pornographic magazine of truly comic book proportions!
Henry Fool: You can't go to work! You have to stay home and write!
Henry Fool: Perhaps I wasn't made to walk through shit.
Henry Fool: We know we have fallen, for we know who we are.
Henry Fool: A prophet is seldom heeded in his own land.
Henry Fool: I don't discriminate between different ways of knowing.
Henry Fool: She was an ugly and mean-spirited kid, but she knew how to play upon my weaknesses, which, I admit, are deep and many.
Henry Fool: Only someone who really cares doubts.
Henry Fool: An honest man is always in trouble, remember that Simon.
Henry Fool: Opportunity will move out of the way to let a man pass it by.
Henry Fool: I learn so much from these magazines Mr. Dang, and I refuse to discriminate between modes of knowing.
Henry Fool: The world is full of shit indeed.
Henry Fool: You see Simon, there's three kinds of "there". There's "there", t-h-e-r-e: "There are the donuts." Then there's "their", t-h-e-i-r, which is the possessive: "It is their donut." Then finally, there's "they're", t-h-e-y-apostrophe-r-e. A contraction meaning: "They're... they're the donut people." Got it?
Henry Fool: Certain work needs to be experienced all at once in order for one to appreciate the full force of it's character.
Henry Fool: She was an ugly and mean-spirited kid, but she knew how to play upon my weaknesses, which, I admit, are deep and many.
Henry Fool: It's a pornographic magazine of truly comic book proportions!
Henry Fool: You can't go to work! You have to stay home and write!
Henry Fool: Perhaps I wasn't made to walk through shit.
Henry Fool: We know we have fallen, for we know who we are.
Henry Fool: A prophet is seldom heeded in his own land.
Henry Fool: I don't discriminate between different ways of knowing.
Henry Fool: Only someone who really cares doubts.
Henry Fool: It's a philosophy. A poetics. A politics, if you will. A literature of protest. A novel of ideas. A pornographic magazine of truly comic book proportions. It is, in the end, whatever the hell I want it to be. And when I'm through with it it's going to blow a hole this wide straight through the world's own idea of itself. Henry Fool: They're throwing bottles at your house. Come on. Let's go break their arms.
Henry Fool: Once - I forget where I was. Central America, maybe. Somewhere hot. Stupid job, bad pay, dangerous location, and water so foul the natives wouldn't even piss in it - this crowd of drunken motherfuckers hired by the local drug cartel showed up at my hotel room and threatened to tear me limb from limb. And I say, "Listen hombres, OK, you got me outnumbered here four to one and you're gonna kill me here tonight and not a soul in this dimly lit world is gonna notice I'm gone. But one of you, one of you, one of you is gonna have his eye torn out. Period." Silence. "I repeat myself: One of you poor, underpaid jerks is gonna have an eye ripped out of its socket. I promise. It's a small thing perhaps, all things considered, but I will succeed, because it's the only thing I have left to do in this world. So why don't you just take a good look at one another one last time, and think it over a few minutes more." Simon: And then what happened? Henry Fool: Well. Here I am, still, after all.
Henry Fool: Can you sit there, look me straight in the eye and tell me that you don't think this poem is great? That it is not at once a poem of great lyrical beauty and ethical depth; that it is not a genuine, highly profound meditation on the miracle of existence? Simon: I... Henry Fool: *Can* you? Simon: No. I can't. Henry Fool: So you see you have no choice.
Warren: Are you a registered voter? Fay Grim: Don't you dare talk to me that way!
Henry Fool: The greats all say the same thing: little. And what little there is to be said is immense. Or, in other words, follow your own genius to where it leads without regard for the apparent needs of the world at large, which, in fact, has no needs as such, but, rather, moments of exhaustion in which it is incapable of prejudice. We can only hope to collide with these moments of unselfconsciousness. This divine fatigue. This... Fay Grim: Push over. Henry Fool: As I tried to make plain in Paris: 'Nous savons que nous avons chuté parce que nous savons qui nous sommes.' 'We know we have fallen because we know who we are. Fay Grim: When were you in Paris? Henry Fool: That's beside the point. But did they listen to me? Of course not!
