Henry Fool

Henry Fool:
It's a pornographic magazine of truly comic book proportions!

Henry Fool:
I've been bad. Repeatedly.

Henry Fool:
You can't go to work! You have to stay home and write!

Henry Fool:
Look, Simon, I made love to your mother about half an hour ago, and now I'm beginning to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

Henry Fool:
We gotta talk. What the hell were you trying to do when you wrote this thing?

Simon:
Nothing.

Henry Fool:
Well, you know, you wrote it in a kind of iambic pentameter.

Simon:
Iambic what?

Henry Fool:
Verse. Look. In my opinion, this is pretty powerful stuff. Though your spelling is Neanderthal and your reasoning a little naive, your instincts are profound. But the whole thing needs to be given a more cohesive shape. It can be expanded, followed through, unified. Do you see what I'm getting at? Are you willing to commit yourself to this? To really work on it? To give it its due in the face of adversity and discouragement? To rise to the challenge you yourself have set? And don't give me that wonderstruck "I'm only a humble garbage man" bullshit, either.

Simon:
It hurts to breathe.

Henry Fool:
Of course it does.

Simon Grim:
I worked, while you sat back and comfortably dismissed the outside world as too shallow, stupid and mean to appreciate your ideas.

Henry Fool:
Is that such a priority? Is that some sort of measure of a man's worth? To drag what's best in him out into the street so every average slob with some pretense to taste can poke it with a stick?

Simon Grim:
Maybe. Maybe it is.

Henry Fool:
Perhaps I wasn't made to walk through sh*t.

Henry Fool:
An honest man is always in trouble, remember that Simon.

Henry Fool:
Opportunity will move out of the way to let a man pass it by.

Henry Fool:
We know we have fallen, for we know who we are.

Henry Fool:
You can't argue about taste.

Henry Fool:
I learn so much from these magazines Mr. Dang, and I refuse to discriminate between modes of knowing.

Henry Fool:
the world is full of sh*t indeed.

Henry Fool:
A prophet is seldom heeded in his own land.