Doesn’t civilisation mean keeping your temper when there is no reason for restraint?
إنّك لا تتوقف عن حبّ شخص فقط لأنّك تكرهه.
The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.
The questions had become: What can we forgive in others? How far do they have to go before we lose faith in them?
The girl had many virtues: money, a car--a gold-coloured Capri, in which she played the latest funk--a big house and a rich father. When Valentin asked, 'What does your boyfriend do?' she replied, 'Bu...
Surely you’ve noticed that most people live without love, spending their lives trying to find people they’re not turned on by.
Someone to whom jokes are never told soon contracts enthusiasm deficiency.
So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.
Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.
One night, when I am old, sick, right out of semen, and don’t need things to get any worse, I hear the voices again.
Most people don’t know how to maximize their pleasure, Harry, they sexualize their pain.
I’m using Mao as my inspiration. Cast away illusions. Prepare for struggle. I’m back in business, baby. You don’t know you’re stuck until you get moving.
I have a rule about no material being sacred.
Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy.
He would enjoy women more, she had informed him, if he understood their clothes.
He remembered, though, that his favorite servant had been sacked for kitchen misdemeanors; once for making toast by lying on his back and suspending bread from between his toes over a flame, and on a...
Harry had loved most of the arts long enough to know that artists had to be excused failings which would condemn the general population. The artist was the proxy, the brave one, the one who spoke, was...
Clothes and accessories were a person’s creativity; how someone looked was always a free decision, like a brushstroke on a painting.
But Harry wondered if he might be getting too old for the dispiriting adventure that seemed to inevitably accompany the need for human contact.
Act – make an event. Smash the coordinates and see where the smithereens fly. Let in the madness, and be sure to be a danger to oneself and others. Too much thinking turns you into that fool Hamlet.