Arthur M. Jolly quotes

The only thing that matters is what you do now, here. (Arthur M. Jolly)
Writing is nothing less than thought transference, the ability to send one's ideas out into the world, beyond time and distance, taken at the value of the words, unbound from the speaker.
Arthur M. Jolly
Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.
Arthur M. Jolly
Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.
Arthur M. Jolly
I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.
Arthur M. Jolly
Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for.
Arthur M. Jolly
Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.
Arthur M. Jolly
If it was easy, everyone would do it rather than going around telling you their ideas and saying how they could be a writer if they had the time.
Arthur M. Jolly
People who are intolerant, categorize and over-react... should all be dragged against a wall and shot.
Arthur M. Jolly
You can't make cheese from rats. ... It's hard enough just milking the little beggars.
Arthur M. Jolly
The waves round the horn will toss us to and fro, to and fro like a rubber duckie in the bathtub of an angry God. (Arthur M. Jolly)
You know they're all gay, right? ... Male strippers. Fruity as cake. Queer as a cardinal.
Arthur M. Jolly
I hate whales. I hate them. I can't stand those stupid, blubbery, floating around, self-indulgent smug-faced krill-eating fat jerks with all their sycophantic hippie save-the- planet peacenik eco-terrorist generation X-er groupies. Greenpeace? Get a job!
Arthur M. Jolly
I said I'd make ye a man, Jim - but damme if ye didn't go and do it behind my back when I were watching elsewhere.
Arthur M. Jolly
Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?
Arthur M. Jolly
The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live.
Arthur M. Jolly
No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it-the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.
Arthur M. Jolly
You'll find, young Jim, that there are two measures of a man. Only two. What he will die for...and what he will kill for. You made your choice aboard the Hispaniola.
Arthur M. Jolly
What about what he lives for, Squire? Isn't that the true measure of a man, what he lives for?
Arthur M. Jolly
One cannot restrain a dancing cow.
Arthur M. Jolly