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“Art,” Frankly goes on, “has always been a polite form of terrorism.”
Virtual Death (1995)
Hollywood doesn’t want the customer to think, you know what I'm saying?
Virtual Death (1995)
Making liberty tradable merchandise paves the way to ending independence. Everything becomes a commodity, even freedom.
Virtual Death (1995)
Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism.
Virtual Death (1995)
I think you’re getting paranoid. Let me correct that: you've been paranoid your whole life, and it’s starting to show again.
Virtual Death (1995)
Ersatz rights led to ersatz economics—prosthetic loans, junkmoney xFunds, WallaDough, CapitalStinge, Reaganomics.
Virtual Death (1995)
He flashed me a beautiful smile, which made me recall for a moment 1 of the advantages of fame—good-looking groupies.
Virtual Death (1995)
The proliferation of weaponry in this country is obscene. But very profitable—capitalism just means moneyism, you know.
Virtual Death (1995)
It looked strange enough to pass for fashion.
Virtual Death (1995)
Some of the brilliance of my argument escaped my words. Wind whistled through the logical gaps.
Virtual Death (1995)
All I really know about death is precisely what I know about the future: it can’t be predicted, and the more you think you know, the less prepared you are for the surprises.
Virtual Death (1995)
Nowism refutes psychology. It says that who you are is who you are. Don’t blame your parents, your upbringing, your culture. Once you are accepting the Now, you’re in control.
Virtual Death (1995)
But his feelings for me seemed more political than personal. I was a cause, a means by which he could make a name for himself. That hurt.
Virtual Death (1995)
People didn’t entirely believe the story, but they acted as if they did. It was like campaign promises—you chose your candidates on the basis of promises you knew they wouldn’t keep. The ability to hold contradictory ideas had become central to getting by in the world.
Virtual Death (1995)
We arrived in Colorado the day the state legalized cannibalism. Chic restaurants were charging a small fortune for a 6-ounce human steak, and the ludicrously wealthy or hopelessly fashionable paid for the thrill of breaking yet another taboo.
Virtual Death (1995)
I had heard somewhere that dreams didn’t exist the way we remembered them, that we pieced them together from fragments and imposed a story when we woke. It occurred to me that this was the same way we made our lives coherent.
Virtual Death (1995)