-Sex with you is really a Kafka-esque experience.
-Oh. Thank you.
-I mean that as a compliment.
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider’d how much depended upon what they were then doing…
She was a crazy mathematics major from
the Wharton School of Business who could not count to twenty-eight each month
without getting into trouble.
‘Darling, we’re going to have a baby again,’ she would say to Yossarian every month.
Paulie Walnuts: Amazing thing about snakes is that they reproduce spontaneously.
Tony Soprano: What do you mean?
Paulie Walnuts: They have both male and female sex organs. That’s why somebody you don’t trust you call a snake. How can you trust a guy who can literally go fuck themselves?
Tony Soprano: Don’t you think that expression would’ve come from the Adam and Eve story? When the snake tempted Eve to bite the apple?
Paulie Walnuts: Hey, snakes were fucking themselves long before Adam and Eve showed up, T.
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls
E: What about hanging ourselves?
V: Hmmm. It’d give us an erection!
Sounds like an idea.