قد علمتني الحياة أنه حين يراك الآخرون متحمساً، تفتر حماستهم هم، والعكس صحيح . لذا كلما ازدادت رغبتي بأمر ما، تصنّعت بروداً أعظم حياله .
What’s that?’ his wife said. She came closer. ‘It’s a penis,’ she said. ‘You’ve come home with a man’s penis – complete with balls and pubic hair – in your pocket. Where did you get it?
Transgression affirms the very rules it intends to flout. Nothing supports the norm like deviation.
These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew - brandishing whichever features they could claim, as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.
The master would always be the one who could wait without anxiety;
The world’s full of people with unusual beliefs, Julia. Scientologists, Rastafarians, Catholics, Moonies, Mormons, Baptists, Tories, dentists, captains of industry—every madness has its cheerleader. T...
The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight.
Sometimes I felt the whole world was converging on this little room. And as I became more intoxicated and frustrated I'd throw open the bedroom window as the dawn came up, and look across the gardens,...
People who were only ever half right about things drove me mad. I hated the flood of opinion, the certainty, the easy talk about Cuba and Russia and the economy, because beneath the hard structure of...
One falls in love, and then learns, for the duration, that one is at the mercy of someone else’s childhood.
Of course, when you love the unwell, you constantly have to ask yourself: Do I love her, or her illness? Am I her lover or her healer?
NIkad se nisam zamajavao nacelima vernosti ili okovima tradicionalnog. Cestitost je patolosko nasilje a dobrota prepreka.
If living is an art it is a strange one, an art of everything, and particularly of spirited pleasure.
He felt like a criminal, though the only laws he'd broken were his own, and he wasn't sure which ones they were.
Harry had loved most of the arts long enough to know that artists had to be excused failings which would condemn the general population.
Forgetting, along with hypocrisy, were, to him, the necessary arts central to living.
Because it is about that which we can’t be prepared for—the great test we men have passed before, but have no way of knowing we will pass again.
At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.
All day, everywhere he went, he heard stories of the remarkable penis, not only of its size and strength, but of its warm way with strangers.
The world is simple: it’s just a matter of cafés where they like you, and cafés where they don’t.