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The Jugular

 Excerpted from John Lydon’s autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: That’s the trouble with working-class people throughout the world. They always try to spur their hatred onto what they see as being lower down the scale, rather than going for the fucking jugular of the upper- and middle-class bastards who are keeping …

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Anyone Can Do It

 John Lydon (aka “Johnny Rotten”) on the Sid Vicious personality cult, excerpted from his autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: Since I always have to have a point and purpose to everything I do, that’s why people accuse me of being calculated. But it’s the way I am. I always know my next …

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We Couldn’t Stand It

“It was horrible to hear Camille sobbing so.  We couldn’t stand it and went out to buy beer.”  ~Jack Kerouac as Sal Paradise in On The Road, ©1957 Not exactly overflowing with the milk of human kindness, are you there, Jack?

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“It’s sad and I don’t like it.”

Excerpted from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1957: Dean was having his kicks; he put on a jazz record, grabbed Marylou, held her tight, and bounced against her with the beat of the music. She bounced right back. It was a real love dance. lan MacArthur came in with a huge gang. The New …

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Jack and Rita

Excerpted from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1957: Then I went to meet Rita Bettencourt and took her back to the apartment. I got a her in my bedroom after a long talk in the dark of the front room. She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. …

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Wonderfully Chaotic

 John Lydon on politics, excerpted from his his autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: Around the time of the punks, socialism wasn’t working in England. The Labour party were unimpressive and tedious. The Conservatives, the same. It fluctuated from one party to another, four years of this, four years of that, and …

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Old Women Knitting Quilts

 Excerpted from John Lydon’s autobiography Rotten:  No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, ©1994: I’m not a social snob; I can move inside any group and feel comfortable, I don’t care if it’s old women talking about knitting quilts. It’s all about human beings. I can find that as fascinating as anything else. Sid, Paul, and …

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Me and Art

Excerpted from Art Buchwald’s autobiography Leaving Home: A Memoir, ©1993: But a funny thing can happen to you in a depression. If you don’t hurt yourself, you can gain tremendous insights and empathy, find inner strengths and hidden talents. It’s mysterious process, but if you can hold on, you become a wiser and better person. …

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Catcher

“Ever since reading Catcher in the Rye, I have identified with Holden Caulfield. I always believed that while he was working one side of the street, I was working the other.” ~Art Buchwald, in his autobiography Leaving Home: A Memoir, ©1993 That’s interesting. I would never have thought to compare Holden Caulfield with Art Buchwald. …

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The Difference

“Talent is not enough– determination, perseverance, resolution, that’s what makes the difference.” ~Lauren Bacall, in her autobiography Lauren Bacall: By Myself ©1978

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RIP Tony Hendra

Tony Hendra died last Thursday of Lou Gherig’s disease. He was 79. You can read a little bit about him HERE. His autobiography, Father Joe: The Man Who Saved My Soul, is a wonderful book about spiritual transformation. I don’t have a lot of space to store books, but I’ve always kept a spot on …

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Who, not What

Excerpted from Insomniac City by Bill Hayes, ©2017: Earlier, over dinner, O (Oliver Sacks) talking about his late friend Gaj– Carleton Gajdusek, a Nobel laureate in medicine– with great excitement and conviction, comparing him to Goethe, of whom it was said, O told me, “He had a nature. A nature.” I thought I knew what …

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