It is the bliss of childhood that we are being warped most when we know it the least.
In this world, God must serve the Devil.
I'll tell you why yes, because why people lie is, because when people stop lying you know they've stopped caring.
I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!
How real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible...
Get a black suit and just freeload, problem it's too God damned late now even to be any of the things I never wanted to be.
Each generation was a rehearsal of the one before, so that that family gradually formed the repetitive pattern of a Greek fret, interrupted only once in two centuries by a nine-year-old boy who had ta...
Mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.
—Problem what happened he always woke up the same person went to bed the night before only way he knew it these God damned words going through his head, go to bed knew he’d wake up the same God damned...
Said, —Monasteries are a good thing for America, they help keep the homosexuals off the streets.
Do you know why the French are so honest? because there are so few words in their language they’re forced to be.
Women get desperate, but they don't understand despair.
There’s much more stupidity than there is malice in the world...
Reading Proust isn't just reading a book, it's an experience and you can't reject an experience.
When he was left alone, when he had pulled out one stop after another (for the work required it), Stanley straightened himself on the seat, tightened the knot of the red necktie, and struck. The music...
The most difficult challenge to the ideal is its transformation into reality, and few ideals survive.
The function of this school is custodial. It’s here to keep these kids off the streets until the girls are big enough to get pregnant and the boys are old enough to go out and hold up a gas station.
Merry Christmas! the man threatened.
If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist.
I'm reviewing it, the stooped man said, and started to plod off.-You read it?-No, he said over his shoulder, -but I know the son of a bitch who wrote it.