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“Seeing a murder on television... can help work off one's antagonisms. And if you haven't any antagonisms, the commercials will give you some.”
― Alfred Hitchcock

“Politeness is the first thing people lose once they get the power.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“All worries are less with wine.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The job of feets is walking, but their hobby is dancing.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Take care of your costume and your confidence will take care of itself.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Great losses are great lessons.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Be a worthy worker and work will come.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The decision is your own voice, an opinion is the echo of someone else's voice.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Mixing old wine with new wine is stupidity, but mixing old wisdom with new wisdom is maturity.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Common man's patience will bring him more happiness than common man's power.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“A farmer is a magician who produces money from the mud.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“If you can't impress them with your argument, impress them with your actions.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Networking isn't how many people you know, it's how many people know you.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Health is hearty, health is harmony, health is happiness.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs from both sides, it is also the shower of blood and bones on both sides.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“During a conversation, listening is as powerful as loving.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“If thinking should precede acting, then acting must succeed thinking.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“I have this highly developed fraud-alert for social influencers. From a mile away I can spot an ad designed to undermine the contentedness of vulnerable female teens.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“How Many Lumberjacks Does it Take to Ravish, Maim and Kill Five Feisty Female Co-eds?

Read 'Lumberjacked' by Rich Bottles Jr. to find out!

Lumberjacked: A Supernatural Tale of Murder and Mayhem in the Mountain State.”
― Rich Bottles Jr., Lumberjacked

“Don't be a walking advertisement for brands”
― Dido Stargaze

“What exactly is he trying to sell?’ Ignoring Catherine Austin, Dr Nathan walked over to the photographs of the isolation volunteers on the enamel wall beside the window. The question revealed either astonishing ignorance or a complicity in that conspiracy of the unconscious he had only now begun to unravel. He turned to face the young woman, irritated as always by her strong, quizzical gaze, an overlay of her own potent sexuality. ‘ You, Dr Austin. These advertisements constitute an explicit portrait of yourself, a contour map of your own body, an obscene newsreel of yourself during intercourse.’ He rapped the magazines with his gold cigarette case. ‘These images are fragments in a terminal moraine left behind by your passage through consciousness.”
― J.G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

“Export Credit Guarantees.‘After all, Madame Nhu is asking a thousand dollars an interview, in this case we can insist on five and get it. Damn it, this is The Man . . . ’ The brain dulls. An exhibition of atrocity photographs rouses a flicker of interest. Meanwhile, the quasars burn dimly from the dark peaks of the universe. Standing across the room from Catherine Austin, who watches him with guarded eyes, he hears himself addressed as ‘Paul’, as if waiting for clandestine messages from the resistance headquarters of World War III.

Five Hundred Feet High. The Madonnas move across London like immense clouds. Painted on clapboard in the Mantegna style, their composed faces gaze down on the crowds watching from the streets below. Several hundred pass by, vanishing into the haze over the Queen Mary Reservoir, Staines, like a procession of marine deities. Some remarkable entrepreneur has arranged this tour de force; in advertising circles everyone is talking about the mysterious international agency that now has the Vatican account. At the Institute Dr Nathan is trying to sidestep the Late Renaissance. ‘Mannerism bores me. Whatever happens,’ he confides to Catherine Austin, ‘we must keep him off Dali and Ernst.’

Gioconda. As the slides moved through the projector the women’s photographs, in profile and full face, jerked one by one across the screen. ‘A characteristic of the criminally insane,’ Dr Nathan remarked, ‘is the lack of tone and rigidity of the facial mask.’

The audience fell silent. An extraordinary woman had appeared on the screen. The planes of her face seemed to lead towards some invisible focus, projecting an image that lingered on the walls, as if they were inhabiting her skull. In her eyes glowed the forms of archangels. ‘That one?’ Dr Nathan asked quietly. ‘Your mother? I see.”
― J.G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

“Talk is cheap,’ as the old saying goes. And I would suggest that it’s so cheap that you can’t even pay people to take it. Therefore, you might want to quit producing it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“One understands, then, why the Americans make such a show of their debt. The initiative is supposed to shame the State for its bad management and alert the citizens to an imminent collapse of the finances and public services. But the exorbitant scale of the figures robs them of all meaning. It is, in fact, just a massive advertising exercise and, indeed, the luminous billboard looks for all the world like a triumphant stock market index that has broken all records. The population contemplate it with the fascination they might accord to a world record (though few gather in front of the Beaubourg digital clock to see the run-in to the end of the century). At the same time, the people are collectively in the same situation as the Tupolev test pilot who right up to the last second could see his aircraft nose dive and crash into the ground on his internal video circuit. Did he, by some last-minute reflex, glance at the image as he died? He could have imagined himself living out his last moments in virtual reality. Did the image survive the man if only for a fraction of a second? Or was it the other way about? Does virtual reality survive the real world's catastrophic end?”
― Jean Baudrillard, Screened Out

“He talks to me about cars, to Barnstorm about sports, and to Mateo about Game of Thrones. He talks to Elaine—I guess car dealers don’t worry about being head-butted down stairs or tossed into garbage dumpsters. He talks to Kiana about practically everything. He asks Rahim’s opinion on the art for new ads for Terranova Motors, and Rahim never so much as yawns when he’s around.”
― Gordon Korman, The Unteachables

“Taggart Transcontinental, thought Eddie Willers, From Ocean to Ocean — the proud slogan of his childhood, so much more shining and holy than any commandment of the Bible. From Ocean to Ocean, forever — thought Eddie Willers, in the manner of a rededication, as he walked through the spotless halls into the heart of the building, into the office of James Taggart, President of Taggart Transcontinental.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged