Karl Marx once said, 'The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.' Marx was wrong. The last capitalist to be hanged shall be the one who donated the rope, and then lobbied for his own hanging.
The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.
Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?
He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.
Weave me a rope from this dark despair, from this dull-eyed pain... Weave me a rope from this endless night, from this distant shore... Weave me a rope that will pull me through these impossible times.
Fat is fat is fat, we lose it evenly all over our bodies, and your stubborn areas will be the last to go.
I drove a taxi at night during my last year at BU and then for another 18 months after graduating in order to buy cameras and pay the rent while I tried to figure out for myself how to freelance.
I just finished a novel called 'Exult,' by Joe Quirk, last night. It's about hang gliding. I liked his first book, too, 'The Ultimate Rush.' I now know that I never, ever, ever want to go hang gliding, so that's good.
I tried to hang myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.
Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
I know, for me, when I was depressed, I didn't want to talk to my friends at all when I was depressed. If they tried to help me, I would kind of back away from them.
Last night somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates... When I pointed it out to my roommate, he said, "Do I know you?
We will hang the capitalists with the rope that they sell us.
I'll fight anybody who grabs the rope to hang themselves.
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.
Right before 'Brian's Song' there was a period when I was very despondent, broke, depressed; my first marriage was on the rocks. The role of Gale Sayers had been cast with Lou Gossett, and then he hurt himself playing basketball. I was called in to read for the role. I was their last choice, and I knew it.