“I hate pockets in trousers … By the way, I do not wear a hose. My hose is my own. No coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.”

As quoted in NME (2 November 1974) http://www.queenarchives.com/index.php?title=Freddie_Mercury_-_11-02-1974_-_NME.

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British singer, songwriter and record producer 1946–1991

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“The human body as an obedient coolie, to be fed and hosed down”

J. G. Ballard book Super-Cannes

"Dr. Wilder Penrose"
Super-Cannes (2000)
Context: The human body as an obedient coolie, to be fed and hosed down, and given just enough sexual freedom to sedate itself.

“If I really believed in Friedman's economic theory, then I'd be quite satisfied to spend the rest of my life with a garden hose shoved down my throat, being filled with custard by representatives of the people of China.”

Nigel Lawson (1932) British Conservative politician and journalist

Speech to the Conservative Party Conference (13 October, 1988).

“[T]hose who do not love [life] are unworthy of it.”

Giacomo Casanova (1725–1798) Italian adventurer and author from the Republic of Venice

The Story of My Life (trans. Sartarelli/Hawkes 2001), Preface, p. 10 <br class="br">Memoirs (trans. Machen 1894), book 1, Preface http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/c/casanova/c33m/preface2.html (I hate death; for, happy or miserable, life is the only blessing which man possesses, and those who do not love it are unworthy of it.) <br class="br">Referenced

“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965) 20th century English author

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
Context: I grow old … I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.