I'm Homer, the blind brother.
The forms of life were volatile and that everything in the world could as easily be something else.
I remember holding her in my arms and absolving God of meaninglessness.
Dimmi, Homer, possiamo davvero dirci liberi, se lo siamo solo quando ce lo permettono? (pag. 98)
You're nothing more than a clever prostitute. You accepted the conditions in which you found yourself and you triumphed.
To Morgan, the disfigurement of his monstrous nose was the touch of God upon him, the assurance of mortality. It was the steadiest assurance he had.
There is great human shame when people die before they are ready. It’s as if their living didn’t matter at all.
The consumption of food was a sacrament of success. A man who carried a great stomach before him was thought to be in his prime. Women went into hospitals to die of burst bladders, collapsed lungs, ov...
And what if neutrinos in their uncountable multitudinous dark-matteredness gravitationally directing the universe . . . are the souls of the dead?
The three most important documents a free society gives are a birth certificate, a passport, and a library card.
Women went into hospitals to die of burst bladders, collapsed lungs, overtaxed hearts and meningitis of the spine. There
Thus with continued concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slipping into the vast distances of his unhappiness. It was all around him. It was a d...
So that individuation may be compared to a pyramid in that it is only achieved by the placement of the top stone… The Jews, Ford said. They ain't like anyone else I know. There goes you theory up shit...
She's some kind of Socialist-anarchist-anarcho-syndicalist-Communist. Unless you're one of them you can't tell exactly what any of them are.
Many historians have noted an interesting phenomenon in American life in the years immediately after a war. In the councils of government fierce partisanship replaces the necessary political coalition...
It was innocents who died, not those born with the strength of no illusions.
It was evident to him that the world composed and recomposed itself constantly in an endless process of dissatisfaction.
It was as if the wars they were conducting were to be symbolized in their own relationships. I thought how contention makes us human. How every form of it is practiced religiously, from gentlemanly de...
I knew he was the real thing because when he laughed other men at the table laughed with him.
I asked this question: How can I think about my brain when it’s my brain doing the thinking? So is this brain pretending to be me thinking about it?