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“He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work." Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night.”

Quote by Jack London

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The Road

Cormac McCarthy's 'The Road' is a profound and moving narrative that explores themes of survival, love, and hope in a world decimated by an unspecified disaster. The story follows a father and his young son as they journey through a desolate landscape, seeking safety and warmth amidst the remnants of a civilization. The narrative is spare and poetic, offering a poignant look at the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable adversity. more

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Jack London
Jack London

Jack London was an American author known for his adventure novels and realistic works. His writings often depicted the lives of the underclass and his profound insights into the natural world. His notable works include 'The Call of the Wild' and 'White Fang'. more

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“Look at your “hobophobia.” If there is one group of people our majority population fear and despise it is rootless, nomadic individuals with no stake in society. They offend simply by “opting out”—of property, commitments, beliefs, relationships, expectations. Many such people have turned their backs on a society they don’t understand or can’t cope with. They have absconded from the pressures to compete, to perform, to sell out, to join in the dance of bureaucracy, money worries, cohabitation, housekeeping, procreation, you-name-it. Society is right to fear such people because they embody the sane rejection of many insanely onerous “civilized” values that would collapse under scrutiny. Strangely, though, society also makes an idol of Jesus, apparently a nomad who had no possessions or family ties, who walked away from a promising career in carpentry, a hobo if ever there was one. (We haven’t, however, made a popular hero out of Diogenes, the ultimate dirty Greek hobo.)”

“En route to California I had a few drinks with an American executive for Falstaff Brewing Company who said he'd been a hobo from '37 to '39. He talked about a friend of his who had lost his legs beneath a freight train and died. He told me he knew something about farm labor contractors. "Killers," he called them. And said it again, "Killers.”

“Nastavio sam da njuškam letnji suton. Nema adrenalina bez benzina. Točkovi su strugali, frikcija se pojačavala. Zavirivao sam u senovite prolaze tržnih centara: profesionalni lažnjaci se uvaljuju profesionalnim amaterima. Dauntaun je pomirljivo tonuo u daun. Prizor liči na razglednicu unutrašnjosti. Glavna vena Nišvila je definitivno predozirana bednjikavim gruvom. Ovaj grad je elementarna nepogoda. Sve je manje fliperana i klubova sa džuboks aparatima. Sve je manje poslastičara u kojima služe bozu i kadif. Sve je manje knjižara u kojima se prodaju knjige. Sve je manje dobrih stripova i porno časopisa na buvljacima. Sve je manje bioskopa koji ne zvrje prazni i gde dronjavo platno ne liči na paravan u seoskim ambulantama. Nema patine u Nišvilu, osim one švercovane - za brzu prodaju i brzu upotrebu. Jebi ga, ponekad mi nedostaje moji grad.Sve je više neona na pogrešnim mestima, i sve je više pogrešnih mesta, i sve je više ljudi koji umiru od želje da se zabave i ispričaju nekome kako je zabavno bilo. "Niko ovde nije poludeo od zabave", rekla je Kinki kada je kupila nove uredjaje za koje nije bilo dovoljno da ih uključiš u struju pa da prorade. Morao si da povezuješ komponente, tumačeći nacrtana uputstva da bi se, napokon, pojavila slika i zvuk - jasniji i čistiji od prethodnih slika i zvukova.”

Book:Hobo

“You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex." Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry." "Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses." "Wait a minute. My academia doesn't just peep -" I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it." He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity." "Bob," I said, "you're a skull . You don't have any masculinity to insult." "Oh yeah?" Bob challenged me. "Pot kettle black, Harry! Have you gotten a date yet? Huh? Most men have something better to do in the middle of the night than play with their chemistry sets.”