Liam Porter

“Quoi, c'était à cette chévite créature que ses pareils et lui obéssaient depuis des siècles ? Alors qu'un temps de galop suffisait à le distancer, une morsure à le mutiler, une ruade à l'étendre mort ! Sans le cuir et le fer, qu'est-ce que l'homme ?”
― Gilbert Cesbron, Tout dort et je veille

“If you fulfill your obligations everyday you don't need to worry about the future.”
― Jordan Peterson

“I do not think one can assess a writer’s motives without knowing something of his early development. His subject matter will be determined by the age he lives in ... but before he ever begins to write he will have acquired an emotional attitude from which he will never completely escape.”
― George Orwell

“Enough already of Lacan, Derrida, and Foucault poured like ketchup over everything. Lacan: the French fog machine; a grey-flannel worry-bone for toothless academic pups; a twerpy, cape-twirling Dracula dragging his flocking stooges to the crypt. Lacan is a Freud T-shirt shrunk down to the teeny-weeny Saussure torso. The entire school of Saussure, inluding Levi-Strauss, write their muffled prose of people with cotton wool wrapped around their heads; they're like walking Q-tips. Derrida: a Gloomy Gus one-trick pony, stuck on a rhetorical trope already available in the varied armory of New Criticism. Derrida's method: masturbating without pleasure. It's a birdbrain game for birdseed stakes. Neo-Foucaldian New Historicism: a high-wax bowling alley where you score points just by knockng down the pins.”
― Camille Paglia, Sex, Art, and American Culture: Essays