He was a gentle giant. He was a protector, a provider. Now his name is ringing bells, far away – the Netherlands, Iran, all these places. His death won’t be in vain. George Floyd is going to be the name of change.
– Stephen Jackson
Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
– J. D. Salinger
You cannot exercise and be amused about it. You cannot integrate the dying bug into your core workout and hold to the position that you are a spiritual being. In this way, the body and the mind are each other’s opposite unto death, which is why you have to choose which of them you are going to follow.
– Howard Jacobson
The classic war movies of the post-Vietnam era have generally taken on grand, philosophical themes: the meaninglessness of war, the grinding down of man by the machine – the machine being war itself, represented by someone like Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in ‘Full Metal Jacket,’ the sadistic marine who turns his boys into instruments of death.
– Hanna Rosin