Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
BERTOLT BRECHTI Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
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Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
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Everyone needs help from everyone.
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Fearful is the seductive power of goodness.
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I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
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If you don’t have fun, you don’t have a show.
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General, your bomber is powerful. It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant. But it has one defect: It needs a mechanic. General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
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The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
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What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
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Writers can’t write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
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Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
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Sin is what is new, strong, surprising, strange. The theatre must take an interest in sin if the young are to be able to go there.
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The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.
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Don’t accept the habitual as a natural thing. In times of disorder, of organized confusion, of de-humanized humanity, nothing should seem natural. Nothing should seem impossible to change.
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Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
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When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
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