Fred Allen Quotes

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Yeah, it's pretty hard not to be completely cynical these days.

I got fed up with the human race, really. I got a very negative feeling about human potentials. And for a while, I thought I might write a book without any human beings in it whatsoever.

I see the whole concept of Generation X implies that everyone has lost hope.

There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.

I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.

I live in Hollywood, but you can't make me love Hollywood. I'll never love Hollywood.

Disaffection stalks around us.

I think by now I have made it fairly clear that I am not very happy with the word hope. I don't believe in people just hoping.

Many young Muslims see no opportunities for themselves and do not feel they have control over their lives or a stake in their nation's future. Such pessimism leads to disengagement. We risk losing a generation of young Muslims to apathy and extremism.

I never loved the world around me as it was.

The reason for the sadness of this modern age and the men who live in it is that it looks for the truth in everything and finds it.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

Cynicism, I contend, is the wailing of someone who believes that things are, or should be, or could be, much, much better than they are.

People are hurting, and they feel very disengaged and disenfranchised.

One of the key emotions a lot of people seem to be feeling is disillusionment, and what I try to do as a lyricist is touch on these emotions.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.

Even as I'm shoveling up my hooter, I realize the sad truth. Coke bores me, It bores us all. We're jaded cunts, in a scene we hate, a city we hate, pretending that we're at the center of the universe, trashing ourselves with crap drugs to stave off the feeling that real life is happening somewhere else, aware that all we're doing is feeding that paranoia and disenchantment, yet somehow we're too apathetic to stop. Cause, sadly, there's nothing else of interest to stop for.

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

The satirical direction I have chosen is an indication of my disappointment in man, which is the opposite way of saying that I have high expectations for the human race.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

There's nobody to believe in anymore, nobody to trust.

Cynicism stems from disappointment. Cynical and faithless people were not always like that. They were filled with possibilities and hope as kids. But they tried and perhaps failed.