K. Vonnegut – Breakfast of Champions

If they studied their paper money for clues as to what their country was all about, they found, among a lot of other baroque trash, a picture of a truncated pyramid with a radiant eye on top of it, Not even the President of the United States knew what that was all about. It was as though the country were saying to its citizens, ” In nonsense is strength”

 

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H. Miller – Tropic of Cancer

It’s a wonderful thing, for half an hour, to have money in your pocket and piss it away like a drunken sailor. You feel as though the
world is yours. And the best part of it is, you don’t know what to do with it. You can sit back and let the meter run wild, you can let the wind blow through your hair, you can stop and have a drink, you can give a big tip, and you can swagger off as though it were an everyday occurrence.

But you can’t create a revolution. You can’t wash all the dirt out of your belly.

 

 

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R. Bresson – Au hasard Balthazar

-Keep it. It’s not money I need,but a friend.

-Yes, a friend.

-A friend who can tell me
how to run away. I’ve always wanted to.

-Run away?

-Run away. A friend to share my pleasures and pains.

-I’ll share your pains and pleasures. But I hope it’s more pleasure than pain.

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D. DeLillo – Cosmopolis

He did this to make certain he

could not accept her offer of financial help. The gesture had touched him but it was necessary to
resist, of course, or die in his soul. But this wasn’t the only reason to piss away her birthright. He
was making a gesture of his own, a sign of ironic final binding. Let it all come down. Let them
see each other pure and lorn. This was the individual’s revenge on the mythical couple.

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