answer:“Life is a video game. No matter how good you get, you are always zapped in the end” “You watch television to turn your brain off and you work on your computer when you want to turn your brain on.” God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off. Let the world change you and you can change the world Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell. What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. The rich get richer and the poor get — children. “Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!”