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He doesn’t want this respect, he wants to tell them there’s nothing to getting old, it takes nothing.
“You threw it into a garbage can! Holy Mo. You don’t drink, now you don’t smoke. What are you doing, becoming a saint?”
“The only way to get somewhere, you know, is to figure out where you’re going before you go there.”
He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all America was the same. He wonders, Is it just these people I’m outside or is it all America?
“No. Doesn’t it ever, at least for a second, seem obvious to you?” “God, you mean? No. It seems obvious just the other way. All the time.”
Funny how ministers ignore small laws.
Sexual antagonism begins practically at birth.”
he knows so well the propulsive power of a wrong, the way the mind batters against it and each futile blow sucks the air emptier until it seems the whole frame of blood and bone must burst in a universe that can be such a vacuum.
In fact I’m not sure money is ever really the point.” “That’s easy to say if you’ve always had enough.”
Children and dogs sense the invisible.
You get the feeling you’re in your coffin before they’ve taken your blood out.
Nobody expects nothing.
He hates all the people on the street in dirty everyday clothes, advertising their belief that the world arches over a pit, that death is final, that the wandering thread of his feelings leads nowhere.
He lacks the mindful will to walk the straight line of a paradox.
I don’t suppose you’re supposed to like your job. If you did, then it wouldn’t be a job.”
When you twist a rope and keep twisting, it begins to lose its straight shape and suddenly a kink, a loop leaps up in it. Harry has such a hard loop in himself after he hears Eccles out.
Immersed in hate he doesn’t have to do anything; he can be paralyzed, and the rigidity of hatred makes a kind of shelter for him.
You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.
