“One night a guy hit his head on a welding gun. He went to his knees. He was bleeding like a pig, blood was oozing out. So I stopped the line for a second and ran over to help him. The foreman turned the line on again, he almost stepped on the guy. That's the first thing they always do. They didn't even call an ambulance. The guy walked to the medic department -- that's about half a mile -- he had about five stitches put in his head. The foreman didn't say anything. He just turned the line on. You're nothing to any of them.” FirstsHelpingNightGuyLinesHalfFiveBloodGunMilesKneesRanDepartmentPigsSay AnythingOne NightBleedingStitchesAmbulanceWeldingMedics Book:Working Source: Working
“The money pigs of capitalist democracy: Money has made slaves of us. Money is the curse of mankind. It smothers the seed of everything great and good. Every penny is sticky with sweat and blood.” MadeDemocracyBloodMankindSlaveSeedsCurseSweatCapitalistPigsPenniesSticky Author:Joseph Goebbels
“Chris Christie travelled to Ft. Worth, Texas, to give his blessing to a former rival who one week ago was approvingly discussing killing Muslim terrorists with bullets smeared in pig`s blood.” GivingBloodWeekBlessingKillingTerroristFormerTexasPigsBulletsRivalsDiscussingChristieMuslim Terrorists Author:Chris Hayes
“Yes, you will. And I will warn you now that not their blood but your suspicion might build evil in them. They will be what you expect of them…I think when a man finds good or bad in his children he is seeing only what he planted in them after they cleared the womb." "You can’t make a race horse of a pig." "No," said Samuel, "but you can make a very fast pig.” ThinkingMenChildrenSaidMightEvilRaceSeeingBloodHorseSuspicionPigsWombRace Horses Author:John Steinbeck
“I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.” IfsWorldWantNeedsWritingLittlesLongI CanSelfLiteratureWaitingSinPleasureViewsSilenceDarknessBloodThis WorldDrinkComfortAccomplishPigsWearyMudForbiddenCravingLureHensDebaucheryAbasement Book:The Hour of the Star Source: The Hour of the Star
“At one point, as Samuel urges Adam to raise his boys well regardless of the blood that might be in them, Adam tells him, "You can't make a race horse of a pig." Samuel replies, "No, but you can make a very fast pig.” WellsMightRaceBoysBloodHorseRaisesUrgesAdamPigsRace Horses Author:John Steinbeck