Some favorite quotes from Bertolt Brecht's Jungle of Cities
Garga: I don't even want to know what it is all about...For me it's enough to know that you think you're the tougher guy.
Shlink: We, for our part, we had a cat we could murder, bit by bit: She drowned while we were teaching her to swim--although she'd been saving us from getting eaten by the rats.
The Worm: That kid, the wind must've blown him to dust--there isn't a trace of him in all of Chi.
Marie: Now Chicago awakens, with the milkmen shouting and the meat trucks rumbling through the streets, with the newspapers, with the fresh morning air. To go away would be a good thing, and to wash yourself in water is good--and prairie or asphalt, both yield a harvest. Just now, for instance, there's a cool wind rising down there in the flat country where we used to live; I'm sure of that.
Jane: Oh, when I float away it is in two parts, each going its own way.
Jane: Where's he gone?
The Baboon: Gone to study the faces of those who are getting out of this down--who find it too tough here, you know.
The Worm: And there's nothing so papery as real life!
Garga: Stay here, Marie. We've been marooned in this city, with our country faces.
Shlink: What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.
Garga: You turn members of my family into resources, you live off my supply. And I'm getting leaner and leaner, I'm drifting away into metaphysics!
Shlink: You only realize the worth of your affections when their objects lie in the morgue.
Shlink: It's a straightforward business transaction, no one has to say thanks.
Shlink: My congratulations, Garga. You're a revengeful man.
Garga: I'm sorry, Shlink, there's no chair for you just now. We're one chair short.
John: That you'd end up behind bars, well, I guess it was plain as writing on your forehead when you were five years old.
The Worm: Just consider life on this planet: A man doesn't get finished off at once, ever--they want to have a least a hundred goes at him!
Jane: ...people aren't as simple as you think, George, even when they're almost dead and buried.
The Worm: Maybe you've already noticed: There's a family here, or rather, the remnants of a family.
Salvation Army Officer: People are durable, that's their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
Garga: I'm sorry, but you're asking me for a favor at a most unfavorable hour.
Garga: And now, as the end draws near, you've become a victim to the black addiction of this planet: You want to touch others.
Garga: And the time has passed quickly. The stations of life are not the same as those of memory. The end is not the final aim: The last installment is no more important than any other.
Shlink: But the coupling of organs...doesn't make up for the divisions caused by speech.
Shlink: If you cram a ship's hold full of human bodies, so it almost bursts--there will be such loneliness in that ship that they'll all freeze to death.
Garga: Well, yes, maybe I am a leper, but what's it matter. You're a suicide. What do you have to offer me? You hired me all right, but you haven't paid.
Shlink: I, Wang Yen, known as Shlink, fifty-four years of age, ended three miles south of Chicago, leaving no inheritors.
Marie: Go away. He has just died. He doesn't want anyone to look at him.