Perry Brass Quotes - Page 2

Realize that the banality around us that passes as "hipness" or "mass culture" is as satisfying as "mass food"-only it comes in much more unappetizing portions.

Oscar Wilde said that the gods punish us in two ways: first, they don't give us what we want, then, they do. He forgot the third way: we finally see the cost of getting it.

Clothes do not make the man; friends and engagement with life do.

Take up something that you know will never bring you any returns except pleasure-in other words, allow yourself to live the way brilliant eighteenth century courtesans lived. Don't be afraid of having a decorative life, even if all the decorations come from you.

If you've been taught to keep every part of you to yourself, don't expect people to come knocking on your door to run their hands over the choice parts-either for your pleasure or theirs.

Don't waste your love on stupid people. Anyone stupid enough to deny or reject it-in the midst of the Love Depression we're in-does not deserve it.

Although computers allow people to talk at the speed of light, no one talks that fast.

Be reckless in your intensities.

Eat without the TV going on. Learn to appreciate food with only the entertainment of conversation-yours and someone else's.

Fashion is the art of making the unimportant indispensable.

Gays feel about popularity the same way teenage girls do. Is it that we really want friends we can count on, or do we just want guys around us whom we can share our curlers with?

Hold the door for an old man. Old ladies can take care of themselves; they've been doing it long enough.

I prefer the "tackiest" person in the world to the stylish person who has no tact.

Learn the absolute pleasure of kindness.

Learn to detest things that do not allow you to be yourself, and embrace things that make that self larger, more thrilling, and voluptuous.

One of the problems with technology is that no photograph, as superb and outstanding as it may be, will ever be as satisfying as the most middle-rate painting.

Falling in love with another man is like falling into a vast vat of yourself. For some men this is ultimately nourishing, for others . . . it is drowning.