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What better place than this? What better choice than us?
— Jack Terricloth
What better place than this? What better choice than us?
People often ask me, "Jack, you're old. How do you manage to get out of the house and be so outraged and hop up and down so very often?" And of course, I respond, "Could you lend me ten bucks so I can buy some drugs?"
There's a shop on the next corner, North Six, between Wythe and Berry? I'd like you all to go smash it up. Now, if anyone asks you who told you to do this, I want you to keep mum. It was Franz.
It was great the way we changed the mind of the nation and fascism was defeated and all the troops were home by Christmas.
Interviewer says "Yeah, and I watched that but I actually was kind of like, terrified by the intensity of your fans and I was wondering if the intensity of your fans ever kind of scares you? I hear that they have a bunch of rules for what dances to do during certain songs…I was like ‘Oh God’."
Interviewer says "How do you become a member of the World/Inferno Friendship Society?"
Interviewer says "Maybe you can give us some chores that have to be done like Hercules had to do ten of them so maybe we could do ten of them"
You should live your life with an emphasis on accruing experiences and becoming cooler.
What's the most important thing in the world? Walking the walk.
All you have to do is put all other concerns aside and your fondest desire will come true. Unfortunately, 'all other concerns' includes your health, financial well-being, interpersonal relationships, and often any inkling of why you had this desire in the first place. Good luck!
Trouble is a great deal of fun, and crimes committed without malice are usually forgiven among peers.
Is it better to look classy or act classy? Act. But one follows the other.
Money should never be the reason you ever do or don't do anything. I haven't paid rent in 3 months.
Have you noticed that bank tellers are almost always very attractive? Is it because they're on display back there behind the glass so close and yet so far? Or is it like bartenders they have so much of what we want?
If I am not doing something illicit, I feel absolutely naked.
Where do you hear the songs? In the space between wake and passing out, the hiss down the left of the dial, the faces of the kids when we pull up to the show, in answering machine hang up messages, in glasses colliding, transmissions whining, where the music doesn't belong—where it lives. Everywhere, it's all I hear.
My favorite wine is usually whatever is right in front of me.
