Book: Rant: A Biography Of Buster Casey

To go on your reputation, criticize you in life and praised after his death.

With famous people so often: just die, friends will run across! The famous dead man's step on the street will not step not to stumble on a million best friends in life in eyes saw.

I pretend that the last word in a sentence to me... and then I pause... choking. As if I can't pronounce it right... word. Tension causes people to listen to what I say.

To cause anarchy, just one driver who fails to comply with the rules.

For the first 43 seconds of meeting we determine a person's income, age, intelligence and degree of our respect for him.

Each other believe liars. And still smiling and doing a curtsy.

Any weirdo-loner originally from a nest of weirdos.

Every family is a little cult.

Young people decorates their house with mirrors. The old paintings.

But, if you think about a busy freeway never overlap because of someone's death. You can drive by the place where he died James Dean. Or Jane the mens field, or Jackson Pollock. Where the bus got Margaret Mitchell. Where he hit grace Kelly or Ernie Kovacs. Death is a tragedy, but the obstruction of the traffic flow is considered an even worse evil.

You are only in the eyes of others.

So people assign the ones you love - give them a special name. Want to make them their property.

Three characters, some left the girl says to the guy:
- Your girlfriend is a filthy whore!
Left the girl leaves.
Buster speaks to the Echo:
- Is it true?
- What?
- You're my girl.

What if reality is merely a disease?