SOME OF MY FAVOURITE QUOTES - Bill Hicks Special

Here are some of my favourite quotes by, or about the late American comedian Bill Hicks.

These would all obviously be better delivered by the man himself, but enjoy!

'I've been with the same girl for five years now, so I finally popped the question: "Why are we still seeing each other?"'

'They lie about marijuana.  Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated.  Liiie.  When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well, you just realise it's not worth the f---ing effort.  There is a difference.'

'No one has handguns in England, not even the cops.  Now!  In England last year they had fourteen deaths from handguns.  Fourteen.  Now!  United States, I think you know how we feel about handguns.  Whoo!  I'm getting a warm, tingly feeling just saying the f---ing word to be honest with you.  23,000 deaths from handguns.  But there's no connection...and you'd be a fool and a communist to make one.  There's no connection between having a gun and shooting someone with it, and not having a gun and not shooting someone.  There've been studies made, and there is no connection at all there.  Yes.  It's absolute truth.  You know, fourteen deaths from handguns - probably American tourists, too...'

'A lot of things are changing, and they all seem to be stemming from the return of a gentleman named Bill Hicks.  A man who I can't figure out if he is near enlightenment or a black beast.  I don't know.  He's a genius and a putz and a child and a master all in one.  And with the return of him on Wednesday, my life has been shaken like thunder.  I have experienced every emotion and every shade of feeling since he's been back.  Elation, joy, bliss, anger, depression, awe, love, hate, wonder, laughter, disappointment, fear, pain, have all passed through me.  And generally all at the same time.'
Dwight Slade's journal, American Scream, The Bill Hicks Story (by Cynthia True).

'It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom.  Keep that in mind at all times.'

'He screamed into the microphone.  His vision of a machine-gun-toting Jesus was positively malevolent.  He acted out violent, bloody fantasies toward his former girlfriend, an assortment of politicians - even the Reagans' dog.  he unearthed new, unimagined lows in bad taste...This is not a warm person.  But is he funny?  Oh yes.'
News and Observer reporter Michael Hetzer on Bill Hicks

The (nearly) golden tickets - as featured in '606 stories' on BBC Sport website

It’s 1996 and in the last game of the season we faced Martin O’Neill’s play-off chasing Leicester City at Vicarage Road.  We needed a win and other results to go our way to stay up.  I went to the game with my best friend Nick, (a Fulham supporter).  We learnt on arrival, however, that the match was strictly an all-ticket affair, so ticket-less, we were turned away.  How could it be?  I couldn’t miss this game!  We walked despondently away from the ground, back through town.

    Nick had arranged for his mum to pick us up after the game so he now rang her up, informing her that we were, unhappily, ready to be picked up now, before the game.

    And then something quite remarkable happened.  A middle-aged man who neither of us had ever seen before, approached us and said something like, ‘Do you want to go to the game lads?’ to which we both moaned that we would be, but for the fact it was all-ticket.  He then pulled out two match tickets and said that he’d got given them through some charity he works for and would we like them?

    I could have kissed him.  Despite us trying to throw money into his hands, he wouldn’t take any of it, then after thanking him for about the millionth time, we legged it back to the ground.  Before we got there, my friend phoned his mum saying, ‘We don’t need picking up now – we just met god!’

    How could we really stay up after that?  I just knew I never had that much luck; I was a Watford supporter after all!  The game itself was an anti-climax and we lost 1-0.

    Relegated.

    But wherever you are my friend, thank you.  Thank you for giving your tickets to us.

The Quiet Traveller

Well, look who it is,’ said Margaret before immediately turning her back on me to face the bar. One of the lads raised his chin a little in acknowledgement of me but without a smile, as the other lad whispered something in his ear. Neither of the young men seemed happy or relaxed but I didn’t get the impression they were talking about me.
    I looked at Margaret in her designer jeans, designer top, designer trainers, designer jewellery and designer hair, half perusing the bottles of various spirits lining the shelves behind the bar and half glancing at herself in the mirror, always careful not to catch my eye. If I hadn’t got the vibe earlier on then I sure as hell was getting it now.
    ‘Thought you’d join us after all then, eh?’
    It was Barry, the dark-haired, shorter lad. I turned to him and mumbled “yeah”, wishing I’d stayed at the hostel now, feeling ridiculous and alone even though they had asked me earlier if I had wanted to join them. Margaret continued to deliberately ignore me and the other lad was still talking quietly into his mate’s ear. Barry laughed this time.
    ‘Yea, better than sitting in the room innit,’ said Barry again, laughing to himself and the blonde lad, Gavin, had turned his back on us and now stood at the bar, smirking. He glanced across at Margaret but she didn’t notice him; she was still sulking.
    I looked at Margaret again, determined to get some sort of recognition from her. What had I done? I kept myself to myself and so did she; what was with the animosity? And…well, look who it is; what the hell was that supposed to mean?
    I offered the lads a drink but they already had one. I didn’t offer Margaret one. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with me. Fuck her, I thought; she’s probably just upset about having such an old woman’s name.

* * * * * * * * * * *
Back in the room lying on my bunk I wasn’t tired yet so I read a book for a while trying to make myself tired. I didn’t want to be awake when they all got back.
    I read for about an hour and it was nearly half-past eleven. I was just about to finish my last chapter for the night when I heard them; I groaned inside. They entered noisily, Barry and Gavin laughing, Margaret talking to them without humour and then they would laugh again.
    ‘Look who it is,’ said Margaret.
    Yes you said that earlier, I thought to myself. I continued to read, determined not to show any sign that they were bothering me. The truth was I was happy relaxing and I was happy that I was me. Let Margaret be Margaret, I didn’t care.
    ‘What are you reading?’ asked Gavin.
    ‘A book,’ I huffed.
    ‘Right…right,’ said Gavin sarcastically, like I’d said something fascinating.
    ‘Leave him alone,’ said Barry.
    ‘I only asked what he was reading.’
    Margaret was fiddling around a lot in her handbag. I tried to continue reading but I’d just read the same sentence four times. I threw my book off to the side, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

SOME OF MY FAVOURITE QUOTES - PART II

'How a man can wander about all day on an empty belly, and even get an erection once in a while, is one of those mysteries which are too easily explained by the 'anatomists of the soul.' ' - Henry Miller

'When each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.' - Paulo Coelho

'She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season.' - P.G. Wodehouse

"We're freaks, that's all.  Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that's all.  We're the Tattooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, till everybody else is tattooed, too." - J.D. Salinger (from 'Zooey')

'No one I met at this time failed to assure me that a man who is hit through the neck and survives it is the luckiest creature alive.  I could not help thinking that it would be even luckier not to be hit at all.' - George Orwell

SOME OF MY FAVOURITE QUOTES - PART I

'Even if teenage children aren't making a sound, it's quieter when they're gone.' - John Steinbeck

'When the gods frown, the wise man learns to surf on their furrows.' - Luke Rhinehart

'If someone has a wart on their nose or their forehead, it really does seem that the only thing anyone in the world wants to do is to look at your wart, laugh at it and condemn you for it, even though you may have discovered America in the meanwhile.' - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

'If money isn't so great, then why do rich people keep it all to themselves?' - Douglas Coupland

'I'll never say I'm No. 1, but i'll never admit to being No. 2.' - Bruce Lee

The Road of Life

    We said we’d keep in touch with each other, but of course, we never did.  I figured she’d be at university and was probably loving it.  I took a few weeks off when I got back, then helped a friend out with a bit of casual work for a while.  Soon after my return I was determined to go travelling again once I could afford it, or maybe I’d get a loan or something.  It was all I could think of for a few weeks and it seemed unthinkable to me that I would do anything else.  I had loved it and my memories of it all were wonderful, filling me with happiness.

    Three months after I returned I met Anna, who I started to date.  I wasn’t sure if it would get serious, or if I wanted it to, but before long my whole life was being shaped by our relationship.  We were soon buying a house together and, caught up in many emotions and a wave of happiness and sudden contentment we were married a few months later.  I was happy, I mean, I loved Anna, and it felt right.  It wasn’t until I went back to more serious full-time work and started to pay-off the mortgage and go round the supermarket on a busy Saturday with Anna that I remembered my previous plans to travel again, and thought back to my adventures and of Fran and our week together.  I never told Anna about Francesca, but I guess I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her from time to time.