Others? He dares to call us others? He’s the other. The one who looks most American—and he’s the one who is least American! The man is unfit. He shouldn’t be there. He shouldn’t be there, and it’s as...
Nothing keeps its promise.
I think I should learn to get along better with people, he explained to Miss Benson one day, when she came upon him in the corridor of the literature building and asked what he was doing wearing a fra...
It was my job not just to pluck the chickens but to eviscerate them. I hated that part. Nauseating and disgusting, but it had to be done. That's what I learned from my father and what I loved learning...
In school we chanted, along with our teacher, I am the Captain of my fate, I am the Master of my soul, and meanwhile, within my own body, an anarchic insurrection had been launched by one of my privat...
Everyone thinks at some time or other that in a hundred years no one now alive will be on earth - the overwhelming force will sweep the place clean.
Conflicting stories continue to circulate concerning the death of the President. A second White House announcement has now called attention to the President's schedule for the day, pointing out that n...
But by the third year he had come to wonder whether Laura's purpose wasn't the shield behind which he was still hiding his own, even from himself.
The Jewish man with parents still alive is a fifteen-year-old boy and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy until they die.
If you read the novel in more than two weeks, you don't read the novel really
Who are the new people when you do meet them? They're the same old people in masks.There's nothing new about them at all. They're people.
That can happen when people die, the argument with them drops away and people so flawed while they were drawing breath that at times they were all but unbearable now assert themselves in the most appe...
Nothing lasts and yet nothing passes either, and nothing passes just because nothing lasts.
I turn sentences around. That’s my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it around. Then I look at it and I turn it around again. Then I have lunch. Then I come back in and write another sentence....
I felt as though the skin had been peeled away from half of my body. Half my face had been peeled away, and everybody would stare in horror for the rest of my life. Or they would stare at the other ha...
I don’t know anybody. I turn sentences around, and that’s it.
I can lie about my name, I can lie about my school, but how am I going to lie about this fucking nose? You seem like a very nice person Mr. Porte-Noir, but why do you go around covering the middle of...
His nose was his most distinctive feature: curved like a scimitar at the top but bent flat at the tip, and with the bone of the bridge cut like a diamond--in short, a nose out of a folktale, the sort...
For all that I announce at intervals that I want to go mad, it is apparently impossible: beyond me, me. It took This for me to learn that I am a citadel of sanity.
Dreams? If only they had been! But I don't need dreams, Doctor, that's why I hardly have them—because I have this life instead. With me it all happens in broad daylight!