In its artless cruelty, Dallas is superior to any "intelligent" critique that can be made of it. That is why intellectual snobberymeets its match here.

Welcome to the Desert of the Real.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

It is exciting to hear one of your fondest ideas formulated in one fell swoop, better than you could have done yourself.

The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.

Man has lost the basic skill of the ape, the ability to scratch its back. Which gave it extraordinary independence, and the liberty to associate for reasons other than the need for mutual back-scratching.

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.