MILES
“Half my
life is over, and I have nothing to show for it. I'm a
thumbprint
on the window of a skyscraper. I'm a smudge of excrement
on a tissue
surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.”
JACK
“See? Right
there. Just what you just said. That's beautiful. A thumbprint on a skyscraper.
I couldn't write that.”
MILES
“Neither
could I. I think it's Bukowski.”
Sideways,
2004
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