The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.
—Bob Marley
“Bobby taking a break” : Bob Marley, date unknown, Kingston, Jamaica
- Corporal Josh Ray Person: "Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter, but I am actually a US Marine who was born to kill whereas clearly you have mistaken me for some sort of wine-sipping Communist dick-suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddy. War is the motherfucking answer."
- Sergeant Antonio 'Poke' Espera: "But thanks for writing, anyway."
- Corporal Josh Ray Person: "Aww, man, every motherfucker in this camp is just waiting for packages of dip, Ripped Fuel, porn mags, batteries, hash chunks, dirty-ass jerk-off letter from Suzy Rottencrotch, except for Brad Colbert over here, who actually thinks that his mail-order turret is gonna come in before we step off. But no, all we get is this happy-day fucking horseshit from Miss Cunt Lips' fourth grade class. Can you fucking believe this shit?"
- -Generation Kill, "Get some", HBO, 2008
“Company Bravo actually running” : Generation Kill, HBO, 2008
“Når dagen er kommet, og timen er kommet
Og du skal bli stilt-opp mot muren og blø
Og de som holdt av deg
For lengst er gått fra deg
Da skal du få se: Det er ensomt å dø.
For dagen den kommer, og timen den kommer
Og sanden du står på, den farver du rød.
Og når de skal ta deg,
Da husk hva jeg sa deg:
Å bror, det er merkelig ensomt å dø.
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When the day has arrived, and the hour has arrived
And it’s your turn to stand up against the wall and bleed
And those who loved you
For long since forsake you
Then you will see: To die is lonely indeed .
For the day it arrives, and the hour it arrives
When the bullets fly off by a general’s arm swing
And when they hold you,
Then remember what I told you:
Oh brother, to die is a strange lonely thing.”
—
Jens Bjørneboe
Dødssangen (The Song of Death), Fugleelskerne, Ordet nr. 3, 1966
A small effort to make my favourite poet and author, Jens Bjørneboe, available for the world. Which fail due to my limited knowledge of English and pathetic poetic abilities.
“El tres de mayo de 1808 en Madrid” (The Third of May 1808) : Francisco Goya, 1814, Spain
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
—
Ernest Hemmingway
New York Journal-American (11 July 1961)
“Good old Ernest with shotgun”: Date ´n place unknown.
I am not Christ or a philanthropist, old lady, I am all the contrary of a Christ…. I fight for the things I believe in, with all the weapons at my disposal and try to leave the other man dead so that I don’t get nailed to a cross or any other place.
—
Che Guevara.
Letter to his mother (July 15, 1956) as quoted in Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life (1997) by Jon Lee Anderson
“Cool moddafakkas”: March 5, 1960 in Havana, Cuba