Twerpy Quotes & Sayings

Enough already of Lacan, Derrida, and Foucault poured like ketchup over everything. Lacan: the French fog machine; a grey-flannel worry-bone for toothless academic pups; a twerpy, cape-twirling Dracula dragging his flocking stooges to the crypt. Lacan is a Freud T-shirt shrunk down to the teeny-weeny Saussure torso. The entire school of Saussure, inluding Levi-Strauss, write their muffled prose of people with cotton wool wrapped around their heads; they're like walking Q-tips. Derrida: a Gloomy Gus one-trick pony, stuck on a rhetorical trope already available in the varied armory of New Criticism. Derrida's method: masturbating without pleasure. It's a birdbrain game for birdseed stakes. Neo-Foucaldian New Historicism: a high-wax bowling alley where you score points just by knockng down the pins. — Camille Paglia

A lot of educated, thoughtful, well-meaning people will spend hours and hundreds of dollars buying their rascally child this year's must-have toy at Christmastime. A lot of overworked, distracted, sort-of-nice husbands will purchase diamond earrings to make things better with the wife they are ignoring. Gadget purchased. Household calm. Jewelry bought. Wife satisfied. We put an impressive amount of faith in the capacity of material things that other people make to repair the troubled circumstances of our own creation. — Dave Bruno

Occasionally I'd tune in to a music station, but I always preferred the sound of people talking, even if the subject was something I didn't care about — David Sedaris

The keys to the life of the heart lie in reflecting upon the Quran, being humble before Allah in secret, and leaving sins. — Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyya

I mean, I know my heart is not clean, and your heart is not clean, and none of our urban hearts are clean. But you can be washed again. — Mary J. Blige

Why should a horror film be just a horror film? To me, The Company of Wolves is a fairy tale; it's got all those elements plus a lot more. And we know that fairy tales aren't innocent any more. — Neil Jordan

And wheresoever, in his rich creation,
Sweet music breathes
in wave, or bird, or soul
'Tis but the faint and far reverberation
Of that great tune to which the planets roll! — Frances Sargent Osgood

Z is like a motorcycle with no one on it. Beautiful. Going nowhere. — Cheryl Strayed

No thieves, no traitors, no interventionists! This time the revolution is for real! — Fidel Castro

We're not meant for happiness, you and I. — Daphne Du Maurier

Man is; it matters to him; this is terrifying unless it matters to God, too, because this is the only possible reason we can matter to ourselves ... — Madeleine L'Engle

He looks up at the sound of the gravel crunch on the driveway, and I catch a flash of impression, a reclusive animal surprised in his lair by the arrival of the hunters. — Ben H. Winters

You must love the land, my children, and ring it in with your love. For the land is the most precious thing on this island. It is like rain, like the heart of a woman. — Wu Ming-Yi