Lonzi said the only thing worth loving was what was to come, and since what was to come was unforeseeable---only a cretin or a liar would try to predict the future---the future had to be lived now, in...
The point of the film....was about being a woman, about caring an not caring what happens to you. it was about not really caring.p.198
When one is the type of writer who cares about the meaning of the historically specific setting, the history itself is not something that I would call backdrop. It's not window dressing for a timeless...
I don't believe that intelligence can be reduced to a number, frankly. But I can see how doing exactly that produces a useful sorting mechanism in our society in order to separate children into catego...
We should torture language to tell the truth.
If you’d showered you had a competitive edge at the Mars Room. If
Art is like a stock with a decent return for people in finance, and they get to feel like they are involved with culture, spend time with artists, as part of their dividend.
Tone is somewhat totalising in that, once I locate it, it tells me what kind of syntax to use, what word choices to make, how much white space to leave on the page, what sentence length, what the rhyt...
The three passions, Stanley had said to me that morning, are love, hate, and ignorance. Ignorance is the strongest.
Later, Giddle’s response when I told her I was in love: Oh God, I’m so sorry. Love is awful. It ruins every normal thing, everything but itself. It makes you crazy and for nothing, because it’s so dis...
The important matter of small-town hair p.17
Sometimes what other people want is wantable, briefly, before dissolving in the face of your own wants.
Looking at someone who is looking at you was a drug as strong as any other.
I usually get up between 7 A.M. and 8 A.M., have coffee, and go right to work. It's really important not to get sidetracked in the morning so I'm still in that dreamy state for my writing.
You have time. Meaning don’t use it, but pass through time in patience, waiting for something to come. Prepare for its arrival. Don’t rush to meet it. Be a conduit.
Save your freedom for a rainy day, someone had written on the bathroom wall at Rudy’s Bar in SoHo,
Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle.
I was not likely to join a cult. That was not the danger I felt in glimpsing the feet of the dead, the bucket from which they drank. It was the proven fact, in the photographed feet, that you could dr...
I tried to explain this to Nadine, but she kept interrupting me.
By caring just that much less than whatever you ante as indifference.