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"It was during the days of the black revolution."

"You can only do it when you don’t know you can’t do it."

"It became quite apparent to me that if I did not begin to control my own destiny, I was going to have it changed about every five minutes. So I took the time, energy, and expense to start my own agency."

"I couldn't spell, which was a job handicap."

"I think blacks have a different acceptance of reality than white people. We're more realistic."

"It was during the days of the black revolution, and they wanted me to do a ‘foam-in’ demonstration in the streets, with women running down the streets waving hair spray cans. I said I would never do that."

"The only thing you could train for if you were a black girl in the South, rural, poor, was a teacher or hairdresser, and a nurse."

"We made it clear that we were different. We said that we would not take liquor and cigarettes, which was kind of an interesting position for a small [advertising] agency to come out with – starting out by saying who we weren’t interested in."

"There was never any reason for me to succeed. I had no business experience, I had no capital, I had absolutely nothing but a strong gut feeling that I had something to say in this business, and nobody was going to tell me how to do it."

"Nothing is more absurd. Power is sexless."

"When you buy inclusion and acceptance with conformity, the price bankrupts us spiritually. My greatest wealth is not financial. It is peace of mind."

"As the Constitution of the United States embodies a federal union of political sovereignties whose separate existence is older than that of the Union itself, the simplest principle of analysis indicates the fact, that, in order fully to grasp the nature of the composite whole, it is first necessary to comprehend the nature of the units out of whose aggregation it arose. Any exhaustive investigation into the structure of our federal system must necessarily begin with the historical origin of the states that compose it."

"He'd call me up every couple of weeks From South California Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree And his pretty girl stories And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here, out where the wild things are.""

"Just 'cause I'm leavin' It don't mean that I won't be right by your side When you need me And you can't see me in the middle of the night Just close your eyes and say a prayer It's okay, I know you're scared when I'm not here But I'll always be right there Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere."

"Oh, oh-oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams Oh, oh-oh, the nights ignite like gasoline And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark Out where the wild things are"

"I bear scars on wrist and soul from being chewed by а leopard who would have been dead if my gun's ammunition had fulfilled its basic purpose. But we picked the buckshot out of the cat's hide like currants from a bun. I choked the leopard to death with the shotgun, which doesn't work anymore."

"There is a saying among the Masai of Africa—or maybe it's the Somali—that a brave man is frightened three times by a lion: when he first sees its track, when he first hears its roar, and when he first sees the lion in the flesh."

"[T]hat commodity Ben Franklin trapped in a precursor to the Coca-Cola bottle."

"[A] man who catches fish or shoots game has got to make it fit to eat before he sleeps. Otherwise it’s all a waste and a sin to take it if you can’t use it."

"In order to understand Mau Mau it is first necessary to understand Africa, and the portion of Africa in which Mau Mau was allowed to flourish is only just fifty years old as we reckon civilization. To understand Africa you must understand a basic impulsive savagery that is greater than anything we "civilized" people have encountered in two centuries."

"Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer."

"If they keep exposing you to education, you might even realize some day that man becomes immortal only in what he writes on paper, or hacks into rock, or slabbers onto a canvas, or pulls out of a piano."

"A man and a gun and a star and a beast are still ponderable in a world of imponderables. The essence of the simple ponderable is man’s potential ability to slay a lion. It is an opportunity that comes to few, but the urge is always present. Never forget that man is not a dehydrated nellie under his silly striped pants. He is a direct descendant of the hairy fellow who tore his meat raw from the pulsing flanks of just-slain beasts and who wiped his greasy fingers on his thighs if he bothered to wipe then at all. I wiped my greasy fingers on my thigh, for practice. This is the only deeply rooted reason I can produce for the almost universal."

"Allegedly, electricity runs а variety of things, like vacuum cleaners that bust, television sets that explode, and lights that burn out. I admit its existence, but I don't really believe in it."

"[A]ny time a boy is ready to learn about guns is the time he’s ready, no matter how young he is, and you can’t start too young to learn how to be careful."

"They learn all our bad habits. We destroy every bit of their old logical living because it conflicts with our law, and replace it with bleeding nothing. So now you have, excuse me, please, whores when once there was no such thing as prostitution, and robbers and spivs and sly loafers, because they've become detribalized without becoming decently citified."

"At least if you can laugh instead of cry the troubles will either kill you or go away, and it is a bit better to die laughing than to die crying."

"The Old Man just claimed that the stature of the man was measured by how much he could smile when fate was beating him over the head with a stick."

"I reckon the years between forty and sixty are the best a man's apt to put in. He can do dang near anything as good as he could when he was a youngster, and what he can't jump over he's smart enough to walk around."

"I acquired a castle in Spain. The rain in Spain falls mainly on my brain, because the roof is porous."

"Toa bundouki m'kubwa," I said. "The big one. Gimme the .470." The gunbearer snapped the barrels onto the elephant gun and slipped a couple of cigar-sized shells into it. I held it on the gory hyena and took his head off. "They say it’s a good woodchuck gun, the .220," Harry said. "I’m inclined to believe they may be right. But for pigs and hyenas and such it ain't much gun, is it?"

"A man can build a staunch reputation for honesty by admitting he was in error, especially when he gets caught at it."

"Rich," the Old Man said dreamily, "is not baying after what you can't have. Rich is having the time to do what you want to do. Rich is a little whisky to drink and some food to eat and a roof over your head and a fish pole and a boat and a gun and a dollar for a box of shells. Rich is not owing any money to anybody, and not spending what you haven't got."

"There was nobody around but me, nobody else in the world but me and a million animals and a thousand noises and the bright sun and the cool breeze and the shade from the big trees that made it cathedral-cool but a lot less musty and damp and full of century-old fear and trembling. I got to thinking that maybe this was what God had in mind when He invented religion, instead of all the don’t and must-nots and sins and confessions of sins. I got to thinking about all the big churches I had been in, including those in Rome, and how none of them could possibly compare with this place, with its brilliant birds and its soothing sounds of intense life all around and the feeling of ineffable peace and good will, so that not even man would be capable of behaving very badly in such a place. I thought that this was maybe the kind of place the Lord would come to sit in and get His strength back after a hard day's work trying to straighten out mankind. Certainly He wouldn't go inside a church. If the Lord was tired He would be uneasy inside a church."

"[M]odern sucker civilization, in which, basically, most things that are not worth doing are done badly."

"In the food department, practically nothing remains constant except catsup."

"We progress now by easy hysteria to plastics. I recently encountered а plastic fire shovel. As I attempted to remove some hot ashes from а fireplace which did draw—it was on a pre-Civil War Texas ranch—the fire shovel melted in my hands. The ranch had been newly refurnished, and the ashtrays were plastic, as well. I left a cigarette іп an ashtray—where else do you stick it, in your eаг?—and the ashtray melted and the cigarette set fire to the tablecloth. We will now dismiss plastics, because I'm beginning to quiver again."

"Bread is aerated sawdust, painted ghostly white. It owns all the nutriment of a breath of its principal ingredient, air."

"Dinnertime, and the living is greasy."

"Only choice between the brand-spankers and the reconverts is to live in the suburbs, and that means trains. Oy vay. Trains. The trouble with train people is that they think they are still living in an early Harriman era. They think they are still in the railroad business."

"[T]he cold consommé was hot and half-melted, the liver came straight out of a synthetic-testing lab, and the whipped cream on the strawberry shortcake was purest Rise. The strawberries were made of genuine artificial coloring."

"Apple pie? Nuuh-uh. In my time it was a delight, and I went to war for it and motherhood. But motherhood is obsolete, too, in the old-fashioned sense, and now apple pie is a slag heap of green apples jammed between two layers of Bakelite. What, oh what, ever happened to the slim slices that came cinnamon-drenched from the crusted deep-dish?"

"I have visited friends—reasonably affluent, and of dissimilar sexes—in what the real-estate racket calls "luxury housing," and have fled in horrified relief to a goathide tent in Timbuktu."

"Another dissatisfied mortal writes: "I am reminded of a TV set that a company wanted me to try, free of charge, for a couple of months; the case was made of extruded white plastic, ugly as a Tasmanian devil, with a plastic white clock stuck on it like a second eye.""

"Use Enough Gun"

"This is a book about Africa in which I have tried to avoid most of the foolishness, personal heroism, and general exaggeration which usually attend works of this sort. It is a book important only to the writer and has no sociological significance whatsoever."

"Some of the conversations from next door, upstairs and downstairs would make an interesting addendum for the memoirs of Christine Keeler. You can hear beds squeak all round; you can hear toilets flush. On a clear day, you can hear a cockroach belch."

"On the sexes: "Man is a simple creature a very small boy who wants to be patted on the head and told he's a good boy and a nice boy and a smart boy. You can lead him anywhere. But as for women, I don't know. They got a sort of contrary, different chemistry of brain and action from men, which makes them unruly and subject to strange ts. My only advice on women is to stay out of the house when they're cleaning and don't say yes too often.""

"The Old Man never held forth much on formal religion. He said he reckoned a man knew best what his own God was and how to work with Him, and he was never much of a reformer. He said he reckoned Somebody, no matter what name you called Him, was responsible for sun, moon, mountains, sea, stars, heat, cold, seasons, animals, birds, fish, and food—"even small boys, although that may have been a basic mistake"—and whether you called him God, Allah, Jehovah, or Mug-Mug didn't make much difference as long as you believed in Him."

"If a man does away with his traditional way of living and throws away his good customs, he had better first make certain that he has something of value to replace them."