More quotes from Where the Truth Lies
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dangermousieHe had that self-taught intellectualism common to many celebrities; "smart" words like egregious and ubiquitous were used and pronounced with pride, as if they'd been learned recently and were making a special guest appearance in his conversation.
I got up, stepped over to Sally, and, for the benefit of his hired photographer, did the pose I'd done a million times without really understanding it. I, famous person, have my left arm around a not-famous person and with my free right hand, I point at the not-famous person. What am I indicating when I point at him? What does that mean? Throughout this world there are millions of photos of me pointing at strangers. What is the message of my pointing? Look, he momentarily exists alongside me!
The management was hoping to somehow blur the line between nouveau design and novelle cuisine with a kind of hippie herbal attitude thrown in for good measure, as if when Oscar Wilde had walked about London with a lily in his hand, he had intended to smoke it. The overall effect was that of Bob Hope growing long sideburns to become relevant to the youth movement.
[describing a particular type of woman] And they'll be there in a straight black dress, severe black hair: your basic neurotic, Seven Sisters, folk music, "I must sleep with a black man before I die or I am not a true liberal" type.
In a seat to my left was a youngish British executive in a pinch-waisted Cardin blazer and dove-gray trousers that were narrower than the knot in his tie. He was accompanied by a stunning skeletal Nordic model in a white sleeveless top whose pinstripes coordinated nicely with the track marks on her left arm.
Fidgeting in front of him was a short man, his little shoulders lost somewhere in a navy blazer, He must have been married to a woman he feared, for he was wearing a flowered shirt that he would never have purchased for himself.
"Well, look, okay, I'm old enough to be your father but only just barely. And for it to have been legal, I would have had to have been married in the state of Georgia with my parents' written consent at that. Is the age difference a big problem for you? We could double-date with the old fellow and his poodle downstairs. I'll seem like a spring chicken by comparison."
He took my kiss as if it were the most natural thing-maybe it was-and reciprocated very nicely, I want to tell you. It was a good kiss as these things go, something of which we could both be justifiably proud. In this particular epoch of American culture, it would have been the expected thing for us now to have sex.
You gotta understand about drugs in the late fifties, early sixtires. There were drug "addicts." These were blacks or jazz musicians (many of whom, you'll note, were already black to begin with). And then there were people who sometimes did drugs. But since they were white and had jobs and homes and none of them were full-time working musicians, they were not drug "addicts." They were just jet-setters.
[on gangster named Sally] The thing with a gangster is, give him an inch, he'll take a foot and cut it off you and stuff it in your mouth and then ask if you understand better now that it's been explained to you. Sally's motto was "If you can't beat them, beat them."
"I've met four presidents and the truth is, each one seemed to me totally out of it. As if they hardly knew what was going on. Like meeting the principal of a high school where the kids are smoking hash and getting knocked up, and he's in a blue suit talking about young minds. Even JFK left me unimpressed. Felt like I was with the boss's son."
[having sex] Either we were both very good together or he was so incredible he was good enough for the both of us.
[spicy food] My eyes streamed and my nose began to run as if I'd been servicing a proportionally endowed basketball star.
Lanny was putting on an admirable floor show, no doubt designed to sweep me off my feet and him against my labia.
Some lunatic opened a similar restaurant named Chicago with the astounding offer of All the Booze You Could Drink, but apparently in its third month one frat party from Princeton buried the place for good.
I got up, stepped over to Sally, and, for the benefit of his hired photographer, did the pose I'd done a million times without really understanding it. I, famous person, have my left arm around a not-famous person and with my free right hand, I point at the not-famous person. What am I indicating when I point at him? What does that mean? Throughout this world there are millions of photos of me pointing at strangers. What is the message of my pointing? Look, he momentarily exists alongside me!
The management was hoping to somehow blur the line between nouveau design and novelle cuisine with a kind of hippie herbal attitude thrown in for good measure, as if when Oscar Wilde had walked about London with a lily in his hand, he had intended to smoke it. The overall effect was that of Bob Hope growing long sideburns to become relevant to the youth movement.
[describing a particular type of woman] And they'll be there in a straight black dress, severe black hair: your basic neurotic, Seven Sisters, folk music, "I must sleep with a black man before I die or I am not a true liberal" type.
In a seat to my left was a youngish British executive in a pinch-waisted Cardin blazer and dove-gray trousers that were narrower than the knot in his tie. He was accompanied by a stunning skeletal Nordic model in a white sleeveless top whose pinstripes coordinated nicely with the track marks on her left arm.
Fidgeting in front of him was a short man, his little shoulders lost somewhere in a navy blazer, He must have been married to a woman he feared, for he was wearing a flowered shirt that he would never have purchased for himself.
"Well, look, okay, I'm old enough to be your father but only just barely. And for it to have been legal, I would have had to have been married in the state of Georgia with my parents' written consent at that. Is the age difference a big problem for you? We could double-date with the old fellow and his poodle downstairs. I'll seem like a spring chicken by comparison."
He took my kiss as if it were the most natural thing-maybe it was-and reciprocated very nicely, I want to tell you. It was a good kiss as these things go, something of which we could both be justifiably proud. In this particular epoch of American culture, it would have been the expected thing for us now to have sex.
You gotta understand about drugs in the late fifties, early sixtires. There were drug "addicts." These were blacks or jazz musicians (many of whom, you'll note, were already black to begin with). And then there were people who sometimes did drugs. But since they were white and had jobs and homes and none of them were full-time working musicians, they were not drug "addicts." They were just jet-setters.
[on gangster named Sally] The thing with a gangster is, give him an inch, he'll take a foot and cut it off you and stuff it in your mouth and then ask if you understand better now that it's been explained to you. Sally's motto was "If you can't beat them, beat them."
"I've met four presidents and the truth is, each one seemed to me totally out of it. As if they hardly knew what was going on. Like meeting the principal of a high school where the kids are smoking hash and getting knocked up, and he's in a blue suit talking about young minds. Even JFK left me unimpressed. Felt like I was with the boss's son."
[having sex] Either we were both very good together or he was so incredible he was good enough for the both of us.
[spicy food] My eyes streamed and my nose began to run as if I'd been servicing a proportionally endowed basketball star.
Lanny was putting on an admirable floor show, no doubt designed to sweep me off my feet and him against my labia.
Some lunatic opened a similar restaurant named Chicago with the astounding offer of All the Booze You Could Drink, but apparently in its third month one frat party from Princeton buried the place for good.
