"Such lovely policemen God hath never wrought in America."
"...Christ was only on the cross for a weekend..."
"There's nothing enigmatic about it, unless you psychologize like a women's magazine, where everyone's reduced to some kind of consumer demographic: the eco-responsible urban professional, the brand-conscious bourgeoise, the LBGT-friendly club girl, the satanic geek, the techno-Buddhist. They invent a new one every week. I don't match up with some preconceived consumer profile, that's all."
"William Blake put it well: "If a star should doubt, it would immediately go out." With the Crash, this happened in Hollywood. In spades.
The strain proved too much for many formed Greats. Rather than live among the rubble, these chose to Make an End. Some made dramatic tableaux of their suicides - gods self-slain on their own strange altars."
"All through the twittish Twenties the tabs trotted out the oldie but goodie Hollywood Filth Parade, drooling oceans of ink over WILD PARTIES IN PICTURELAND, WEEKEND ORGIES OF THE STARS OF THE SILVER SHEET, SINGED STARLET WARNS OF WINDING CELLULOID ROAD TO RUIN, or MOVIELAND MASHERS SET THEIR SNARES. The sex-teased, sensation-thirsty, straphanger-shopgirl public lapped it up and dished out its pennies for more."
"The Bible may, indeed does, contain a warrant for trafficking in humans, for ethnic cleansing, for slavery, for bride-price, and for indiscriminate massacre, but we are not bound by any of it because it was put together by crude, uncultured human mammals."