Philip J. Kaplan Quotes

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.

I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

If you're unhappy with the way you played, what's the point?

Charge hell with a bucket of water.

You're all just pissing in the wind. You don't know it, but you are.

Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that "all of our problems" come fromsuch goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

Lillian shut her eyes briefly, as if she hoped when she opened them she would behold a world in which people never said ridiculous things.

Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

If you have to explain satire to someone, you might as well give up.

When will we ever learn? When will we ever learn?

Why do you beat the air and run in vain? Every occupation has a purpose, obviously. Tell me then, what is the purpose of all the activity of the world? Answer, I challenge you! It is vanity of vanity: all is vanity.

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

The point is there ain't no point.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

How terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it.

It feels like I'm babysitting in the Twilight Zone. I keep waiting for the parents to show up because we are out of chips and diet cokes.

I felt I was beating a rainbow to death

Sure, nothing succeeds like success. Fact is, dearest, we are fools. We cling to an ideal no one wants or cares about. I am the greater fool of the two of us. I go on eating out my heart and poisoning every moment of my life in the attempt to rouse people's sensibilities. At least if I could do it with closed eyes. The irony is I see the futility of my efforts and yet I can't let go.

The search for happiness ... always ends in the ghastly sense of the bottomless nothingness into which you will inevitably fall if you strain any further.

Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.

It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong.