
“My manager will send me anywhere he wants to, 'cause he doesn't have to fuckin' go.”
You Can't Fix Stupid
Short Drive, Sweet Chariot (1966)
Context: When I was fifteen and had quit school forever, I went to work in a vineyard near Sanger with a number of Mexicans, one of whom was only a year or two older than myself, an earnest boy named Felipe. One gray, dismal, cold, dreary day in January, while we were pruning muscat vines, I said to this boy, simply in order to be talking, "If you had your wish, Felipe, what would you want to be? A doctor, a farmer, a singer, a painter, a matador, or what?" Felipe thought a minute, and then he said, "Passenger." This was exciting to hear, and definitely something to talk about at some length, which we did. He wanted to be a passenger on anything that was going anywhere, but most of all on a ship.
“My manager will send me anywhere he wants to, 'cause he doesn't have to fuckin' go.”
You Can't Fix Stupid
Anarcharsis, 5.
The Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers (c. 200 A.D.), Book 2: Socrates, his predecessors and followers
Søren Kierkegaard, Journals and Papers XI3 B 109 p 178ff (quoted in Kierkegaard’s Way to the Truth by Gergor Malantschuk 1963 Augsburg Publishing House
1850s, The Journals of Søren Kierkegaard, 1850s
When questioned as to the future of jazz, as quoted in Jet magazine (31 March 1960), p. 30
Source: "Thai PM apologises for bikini warning after Britons' murder" in The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/sep/18/thai-prime-minister-apologises-bikini-comments-murder (18 September 2014)