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Around young, beautiful, fat women, I am generally thrown into confusion.
If anything, I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. So when I do get turned on, I don’t trust it; I have to investigate the source.
I never understand how people can be lax about choosing sofas.
Sofas constitute a realm inviolate unto themselves.
As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don’t have to die the next.
“You must not let fatigue set in,” she warns. “That is what my mother said. Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself.”
Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to sleep.
Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say.
I have a thing about losers. Flaws in oneself open you up to others with flaws.
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To have all the building blocks of your life in place by that age was, by any standard, a tragedy.
A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less.
To stop experiencin’ is to die.
No particular significance to it. Just thought I’d make it up on a phrenological whim, ho ho.
Ho ho!
“Yessir, paperclips are ideal. Cheap, don’t rust, magnetize in a jiff, loop them t’hang ’round your neck.
“Do you like having your semen swallowed?” the girl wanted to know.
I actually hate this character so so much it’s not even funny
Rainy-Day Laundry, Car Rental Bob Dylan
Even if I had my life to live over again, I couldn’t imagine not doing things the same. After all, everything—this life I was losing—was me. And I couldn’t be any other self but my self.
I ordered a draft and some oysters on the half shell.
Also how I would spend my final day
Who would have guessed a sweet seventeen-year-old, J. D. Salinger- and George Harrison-fan of a girl would go through such changes.
Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again. I felt better for having met her.
The shrimp were consummately fresh, the oysters kissed by the sea.
Mm
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes, if you know what I mean.”
What the hell have you ever chosen? she’d say. And she’d be right. I’d never decided to do a single thing of my own free will.
I thought about snails and suzuki in butter sauce and shaving cream and Blowing in the Wind. The world is full of revelations.
