i don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true.
"Do you know what's best about America?"
He wasn't asking us.
"Jackie Robinson. Frank Lloyd Wright. Billie Holiday. Albert Einstein. Cole Porter. In other words: a shine. A misogynist fop. A strung-out jigaboo. A displaced kike. A flaming flit.
And who the hell CARES, because they're all so goddamn GREAT. They do what they do, and they're the BEST, and that's all that matters. That's what's best about America - 'good' is never good enough, no matter WHO you are."
He stopped to breathe, and leaned in to level his face against hers.
"Now, i want you to repeat after me."
She, terrified: "Y-yes?"
"Good."
"G-good."
"Is."
"I-is."
"Dead."
"D-d-"
"SAY IT!"
"Dead."
She started to sob.
Friends only; etc.