..no game..

"Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules."
"Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it."
Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it´s a game, all right- I´ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren´t any hot-shots, then what´s a game about it? Nothing. No game.

..into the wild..

"When Alex left for Alaska," Franz remembers, "I prayed. I asked God to keep his finger on the shoulder of that one; I told him that boy was special. But he let Alex die. So on December 26, when I learned what happened, I renounced the Lord. I withdrew my church membership and became an atheist. I decided I couldn´t believe in a God who let something that terrible happen to a boy like Alex.
"After I dropped of the hitchhikers," Franz continues, "I turned my van around, drove back to the store, and bought a bottle of whiskey. And then I went out into the desert and drank it. I wasn´t used to drinking, so it made me sick. Hoped it´d kill me, but it didn´t. Just made me real, real sick.



from Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer

..the schmierlapps..

... ... ...

..mein bruder!..

..welcome..

..sleep tight..

When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddamn corridor. I was sort of crying. I don´t know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I´ll bet I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out. Some stupid guy had thrown peanut shells all over the stairs, and I damn near broke my crazy neck.





from The Catcher In The Rye, by J.D. Salinger

..totoro, eh?..