The Callahan Chronicals <!-- [Sic] -->(1996) [originally published as Callahan and Company (1988)] "Backword", p. xii
Context: In a culture where pessimism has metastasized like slow carcinoma, that crazy Irishman was backward enough to try to raise hopes, like hothouse flowers. In an era during which even judicious use of alcohol has been increasingly bad-rapped, the man who came to be known as The Mick of Time was backward enough to think that the world can look just that essential tad better when seen through a flask, brightly. (As long as you let someone else drive you home afterward.) Above all, he — and his goofball customers — believed that shared pain is lessened, and shared Joy increased.
Now he is gone. Gone back whence he came, and we are all the poorer for it. But I refuse to say that we will not see his like again. Or his love again.
“He was like me - a kindred spirit crazy enough to keep on trying.”
“Terrorism is metastasizing like cancer in the global body of humanity.”
Counterterrorism and Cybersecurity: Total Information Awareness (2nd Edition), 2015
A Girl at her Devotions. By Newton
The Troubadour (1825)
“I act like someone in a bomb shelter trying to raise everyone’s spirits.”
Source: The Princess Diarist
Feels Like We Only Go Backwards, Lonerism (2012).
“And love runs down like this
Water, love runs down.
How slow life is,
How violent hope is.”
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
"Le Pont Mirabeau" (Mirabeau Bridge), line 13; translation by William Meredith, from Francis Steegmuller Apollinaire: Poet Among the Painters (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1973) p. 193.
Alcools (1912)
