The thing I feared was no longer my parents' authority over me but that they might haul out into the open their own intimate fears, their melancholy and regrets.
The stupidity/pleasure axis I apply to popular artists: how much pleasure they give versus how stupid one has to become to receive said pleasure.
She could never simply sit somewhere and let time pass, she had to be learning something.
Portnoy was not Roth and he was not real, but in him is enshrined a genuine Rothian freedom, created by Roth, once impossible, now fully realized, a freedom which anyone can now easily access. You don...
Perhaps sex isn't of the body at all. Perhaps it is a function of language.
Pain by itself is just Pain. But Pain + Distance can = entertainment, voyeurism, human interest, cinéma vérité, a good belly chuckle, a sympathetic smile, a raised eyebrow, disguised contempt.
Or maybe the whole Internet will simply become like Facebook: falsely jolly, fake-friendly, self-promoting, slickly disingenuous.
One just has to look at the thing from a perspective that interests you personally.
Nowadays I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own.
Now see, with me, said Louie, tiring suddenly of his daughter’s talk, with me I didn’t need dance school, matter of fact I used to rule the dance floor!
My late twenties had passed in a weird state of timelessness, and I think now that not everyone could have fallen into a life like that, that I must have been somehow primed for it.
Marilyn Monroe was pretty far along that curve, as close as one can come to dancing while still walking. In her classic 1953 movie Niagara she takes a legendary walk away from the camera, hips swingin...
It's just the problem with those things, and what i've learnt is this: they're meant to be a shortcut to the ultimate... thing, the plane, or whatever you want to say it like, yeah? It's meant to be:...
It was a tough decision.’ Mickey crosses his arms and scoffs, ‘No such thing, mate. You’re either right or you ain’t. And
I fill the time that might have been usefully devoted to sculpture with things like drinking and staring into space.
I felt a wonderful lightness in my body, a ridiculous happiness, it seemed to come from nowhere.
I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.
His mind was a small thing with big holes through which passions regularly seeped out, and The Faith of Jamaicans was soon replaced in the inverse sieve of his consciousness by other interests: The Ex...
He smiles shyly at Leah. Aged ten he had a smile! Nathan Bogle: the very definition of desire for girls who had previously only felt that way about certain fragrant erasers. A smile to destroy the res...
He is a black man. He is often thought of as a nothing, a cipher. But he has layers upon layers upon layers.