Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each o...
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses t...
I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.
Goodness me, the clock has struck-Alackday, and fuck my luck.
Don’t give up on books. They feel so good—their friendly heft. The sweet reluctance of their pages when you turn them with your sensitive fingertips. A large part of our brains is devoted to deciding...
But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds a...
As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.
America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves.... It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is...
All this happened, more or less.
All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shav...
Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him alife not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. Thiswas a common combination on the planet Earth.
To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Roses are red,And ready for plucking,You're sixteen,And ready for high school.
Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory a...
Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in th...