Everybody knows the thing about an infinite number of monkeys, Fenig said. An infinite number of monkeys is put to work at an infinite number of typewriters and eventually one of them reproduces a gre...
Every sentence has a truth waiting at the end of it and the writer learns how to know it when he finally gets there. On one level this truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down...
Every act he performed was self-haunted and synthetic.
Even at a distance, her mouth showed the small pursed conceit of a remark in the making.
El sexo nos descubre. El sexo nos revela como somos. Por eso es tan estremecedor. Nos despoja de toda apariencia.
Don’t you sometimes feel a power in you? An extreme state of good health. An arrogant healthiness. That’s it. You are feeling so good you begin thinking you’re a little superior to most people. An opt...
Doesn't our knowledge of death make life more precious?'What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It's an anxious quivering thing
Did you see what you just did? You took the coffee can with you to the counter.So what?You didn't have to. You could have left it by the stove where you were standing and then gone to the counter to g...
Devices make us pliant. We want to please them.
Decorative gestures add romance to a life.
Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will...
Combien de commencements avant de voir les mensonges dans son propre enthousiasme ?
Choice is a subtle form of disease.
But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.
But I wanted to read it now, I needed it now, even if I knew I’d never finish. I liked reading books that nearly killed me, books that helped tell me who I was,
Bemoan technology all you want. It expands your self-esteem and connects you in your well-pressed suit to the things that slip through the world otherwise unperceived.
Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs.
At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in...
At first it was only a nuisance. Now it's a nuisance that threatens to become a way of life.
At breakfast, Babette read all our horoscopes aloud, using her storytelling voice. I tried not to listen when she got to mine, although I think I wanted to listen, I think I sought some clues.