"-Max: You’ll be carrying the stink of the streets with you for the rest of your life!
-Noodles: I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on."
"Why is it we want so badly to memorize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display framed photographs, our parchments diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What so we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?"
M. Artwood, The Blind Assassin
"For all things, what I hated, abhorred and cursed most intensely was just this contentment, this well-being, the well-groomed optimism of the bourgeois, this lush, fertile breeding of all that is mediocre, normal, average."
(Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf)