"What do you call that terrible length of time between when you see that your food is ready and when your waitress drags her ass over to your table wi"What do you call that terrible length of time between when you see that your food is ready and when your waitress drags her ass over to your table with it? He saw Regina emerge from the back of the restaurant. His eyes zipped to the plates sitting on the kitchen ledge. Tantalasia. Rather broad applications, Tantalasia, apart from the food thing. An emotional state, that muted area between desire and consummation. A literal territory, some patch of unnamed broken gravel between places on a map. A keeper, he told himself."
" 'It was only a settlement, really,' Albie said, 'where Regina's family decided to stop one day. There wasn't any thought to it. They just dropped their bags here.' " 'But what was it called?' " 'Oh. They called it Freedom.' "Freedom, Freedom, Freedom. It made his brain hurt. Must have been a bitch to travel all that way only to realize that they forgot to pack the subtlety."
Great idea for a story, and its execution is even greater. I want to pick Colson's brain one day....more
"Reggie Tennyson was the sort of chap who, discovering that you went to Butters & Butters for your socks, would wonder that you didn't know that M"Reggie Tennyson was the sort of chap who, discovering that you went to Butters & Butters for your socks, would wonder that you didn't know that Mutters & Mutters were the only firm in London who supplied the sock perfect: and when, having rushed off to Mutters & Mutters and stocked up with socks, you then bought a shirt or two in addition, would say: 'Not shirts, old boy. Not Mutters & Mutters for shirts. Stutters & Stutters. The only place.' "
"Monty was beginning to experience some of the emotions which one may suppose a bashful goldfish to feel."...more
"He struggled to understand why. And eventually, by reading them over until he knew her letters by heart, he managed to find the reason, for it is alw"He struggled to understand why. And eventually, by reading them over until he knew her letters by heart, he managed to find the reason, for it is always by their writing that one arrives at the truth of people. Language dazzles and deceives because it is masked by faces, because we see it emerging from the lips, because lips please and eyes beguile. But words on paper, black on white, reveal the naked soul."...more
"You know I am really stupid. For years I have looked for the perfect pencil. I have found very good ones but never the perfect one. And all the time"You know I am really stupid. For years I have looked for the perfect pencil. I have found very good ones but never the perfect one. And all the time it was not the pencils but me. A pencil that is all right some days is no good another day. For example, yesterday, I used a special pencil soft and fine and it floated over the paper just wonderfully. So this morning I try the same kind. And they crack on me. Points break and all hell is let loose. This is the day when I am stabbing the paper. So today I need a harder pencil at least for a while. I am using some that are numbered 2 3/8. I have my plastic tray you know and in it three kinds of pencils for hard writing days and soft writing days. Only sometimes it changes in the middle of the day, but at least I am equipped for it. I have also some super soft pencils which I do not use very often because I must feel as delicate as a rose petal to use them. And I am not often that way. But when I do have such moments I am prepared. It is always well to be prepared. Pencils are a great expense to me and I hope you know it. I buy them four dozen at a time. When in my normal writing position the metal of the pencil eraser touches my hand, I retire that pencil. Then Tom and Catbird get them. And they need pencils. They need lots of pencils. Then I have this kind of pencil and it is too soft. X Whenever you see a thing like that, the point broke. I have fine prejudices, lazy ones and enjoyable ones. It occurs to me that everyone likes or wants to be an eccentric and this is my eccentricity, my pencil trifling."
"But isn't it exciting? Aren't they really living people? This is the time when I am glad I am or try to be a writer -- the growth and flowering of something I seem only to plant and nurture for a while."
"The human mind I believe is nothing but a muscle. Sometimes it has tone and sometimes not. And mine is not in very good tone right now. It is jumbled and slow and like a bad child. It refuses to obey me. I tell it to do something and it won't. In a short time now I will be angry with it and then it had better watch out. I am a hard master of the mind. I don't know. I don't know. Things operate so strangely. The fact of the matter is that I have several things on my mind at once and that poor instrument cannot take the overload. Sometimes I wonder about things which are close to the unthinkable. And now I'll get to my knitting."...more