It was just a fuck. I've given more affection in a handshake.
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Clancy Sigal
Clancy Sigal (September 6, 1926 – July 16, 2017) was an American writer, the author of dozens of essays and seven books, the best-known of which is the autobiographical novel Going Away (1961). 2Early life and education Sigal was born in Chicago, Illinois, to a poor family. His father, Leo Sigal, and mother, Jennie Persily, were both labor organizers; He "acquired his chutzpah and resilience in 30s Chicago," Kim Howells wrote in The Guardian, "raised by his tough Jewish mother in a neighborhood blighted by gangsters, poverty and violence." He later wrote a book about his mother, A Woman of Uncertain Character (2007). There he describes joining the Communist Party at 15. Marc Cooper, reviewing the book for the Los Angeles Times, explained that "Nothing, he figured, could be a greater affront to Jennie, who was an ardent socialist but an even more ardent anti-Communist." During World War II, "The army saved my life," he later wrote. The high point of his time as a GI in Occupied Germany, he later said, came when "I went AWOL to the Nuremberg War Crimes trial bent on shooting Hermann Goering." After the war he worked as an organizer in Detroit for the auto workers' union, but was expelled in a purge of communists and fellow travellers. He then moved to LA and enrolled at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) under the G.I. Bill, and worked as managing editor of the student newspaper, the Daily Bruin. His "drinking buddies," he later wrote, "included the later Watergate conspirators, Bob Haldeman and John Ehrlichman, the latter of whom reported me regularly to the FBI." 2Career After graduating from UCLA in 1950, he got a job at Columbia Pictures, but was fired by Columbia boss Harry Cohn for making copies of radical leaflets on studio equipment (he dropped the leaflets over Los Angeles from an airplane). He then went to work as a Hollywood agent, during the blacklist years of the 1950s—the basis of his memoir Black Sunset. He was subpoenaed by HUAC, he wrote in that book, but his hearing was abruptly cancelle
Frida Kahlo: I love a man with melones that are bigger than mine. Diego Rivera: And I love a woman with cojones.
Diego Rivera: Thank you. Frida Kahlo: For what? Diego Rivera: For making a fat, old, crazy communist a happy man.
I'd rather have an intelligent enemy than a stupid friend.
Diego Rivera: Is fidelity that important to you? Frida Kahlo: Loyalty is important to me. Can you be loyal?
They say never trust a limping dog or the tears of a woman.
I want you to burn this Judas of a body. I don't want to be buried. I've spent enough time lying down. Burn it.
You've been my comrade, my fellow artist, and my best friend, but you've never been my husband.
Careful, guys. This corpse is still breathing. Try to get me there in one piece.
I had two big accidents in my life Diego, the trolley and you....You are by far the worse.
Frida Kahlo: I just want your serious opinion. Diego Rivera: What do you care about my opinion? If you're a real painter, you'll paint because you can't live without painting. You'll paint till you die.
Diego Rivera: You know, I don't believe in God...but I thank him every day that he kept you safe for me. Frida Kahlo: Oh really?... I tell you he's got a lot of explaining to do.
Frida Kahlo: What do you think matters most for a good marriage? Guillermo Kahlo: A short memory. Frida Kahlo: Why did you get married? Guillermo Kahlo: I can't remember.
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.