College Quotes

I didn’t become a Christian until many years later, when I moved to the South Side of Chicago after college. It happened not because of indoctrination or a sudden revelation, but because I spent month after month working with church folks who simply wanted to help neighbors who were down on their luck no matter what they looked like, or where they came from, or who they prayed to. It was on those streets, in those neighborhoods, that I first heard God’s spirit beckon me. It was there that I felt called to a higher purpose – His purpose.

Affirmative action is not going to be the long-term solution to the problems of race in America, because, frankly, if you’ve got 50 percent of African-American or Latino kids dropping out of high school, it doesn’t really matter what you do in terms of affirmative action. Those kids aren’t going to college.

A trip to a Central American jungle to watch how Indians behave near a bridge won’t make you see either the jungle or the bridge or the Indians if you believe that the civilization you were born into is the only one that counts. Go and look around with the idea that everything you learned in school and college is wrong.

I tried to go to community college for a while, and it’s a funny story. I walked into the English class on the first day, and they told us to write about what we did over the summer. I can’t remember exactly, but I think I walked out exactly at that point and went to the office to ask for my money back.

Usually when you ask somebody in college why they are there, they’ll tell you it’s to get an education. The truth of it is, they are there to get the degree so that they can get ahead in the rat race. Too many college radicals are two-timing punks. The only reason you should be in college is to destroy it.

In adolescence I started to find out about Robert Wilson because I saw Lou Reed’s “Timerocker” at [the Brooklyn Academy of Music]. I started getting into Jim Jarmusch and knew that my uncle was a friend of his. I pieced together parts of his life in high school and college, which lead me to his story in a funny way.

First I took a crap on the hooker’s chest, then I told her I’d pay her a thousand dollars to eat it. She was addicted to crack, so of course she did it. It was so gross, though, it made her throw up, so I said I’d pay her another thousand to lick all that up, too. She started to, but for some reason she started crying as she was doing it, saying, ‘I went to college! I have a degree!’ Oh man, it was hilarious. I don’t know if it was technically sex because I just beat off on her face, but definitely one of my most intense orgasms.