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  • #1
    David Foster Wallace
    “TE OCCIDERE POSSUNT SED TE EDERE NON POSSUNT NEFAS EST.”
    David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

  • #2
    Sarah Waters
    “We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.”
    Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

  • #3
    Ariana Reines
    “I want to say something about bad writing. I'm proud of my bad writing. Everyone is so intelligent lately, and stylish. Fucking great. I am proud of Philip Guston's bad painting, I am proud of Baudelaire's mamma's boy goo goo misery. Sometimes the lurid or shitty means having a heart, which's something you have to try to have. Excellence nowadays is too general and available to be worth prizing: I am interested in people who have to find strange and horrible ways to just get from point a to point b.”
    Ariana Reines

  • #4
    Richard Ford
    “A sad fact, of course, about adult life is that you see the very things you'll never adapt to coming toward you on the horizon. You see them as the problems they are, you worry like hell about them, you make provisions, take precautions, fashion adjustments; you tell yourself you'll have to change your way of doing things. Only you don't. You can't. Somehow it's already too late. And maybe it's even worse than that: maybe the thing you see coming from far away is not the real thing, the thing that scares you, but its aftermath. And what you've feared will happen has already taken place. This is similar in spirit to the realization that all the great new advances of medical science will have no benefit for us at all, thought we cheer them on, hope a vaccine might be ready in time, think things could still get better. Only it's too late there too. And in that very way our life gets over before we know it. We miss it. And like the poet said: The ways we miss our lives are life.”
    Richard Ford

  • #5
    Richard Dawkins
    “The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. During the minute that it takes me to compose this sentence, thousands of animals are being eaten alive, many others are running for their lives, whimpering with fear, others are slowly being devoured from within by rasping parasites, thousands of all kinds are dying of starvation, thirst, and disease. It must be so. If there ever is a time of plenty, this very fact will automatically lead to an increase in the population until the natural state of starvation and misery is restored. In a universe of electrons and selfish genes, blind physical forces and genetic replication, some people are going to get hurt, other people are going to get lucky, and you won't find any rhyme or reason in it, nor any justice. The universe that we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but pitiless indifference.”
    Richard Dawkins, River Out of Eden: A Darwinian View of Life

  • #6
    Mark Helprin
    “Shall I show you the half-dozen other rooms in this hospital where these scenes are repeated? And what of the other hospitals? Printing House Square is small and tame. Even in the private institutions uptown you can see a show just like this: there is nothing as disgusting as an obese cadaver in which all the futile pleasures of many years finally arise to fill it full-blown with stinking rotten gases. The city is burning and under siege. And we are in a war in which everyone is killed and no one is remembered."
    "What am I supposed to do, then," Peter Lake asked, "if it's like you say?"
    "Is there someone you love?"
    "Yes."
    "A woman?"
    "Yes."
    "Then go home to her."
    "And who will remember her?"
    "No one. That's just the point. You must take care of all that now.”
    Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

  • #7
    Mark Helprin
    “She knew words no one had ever heard of, and she used words every day that had been mainly dead or sleeping for hundreds of years.”
    Mark Helprin

  • #8
    David Foster Wallace
    “Both destiny's kisses and its dope-slaps illustrate an individual person's basic personal powerlessness over the really meaningful events in his life: i.e. almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of Psst that you usually can't even hear because you're in such a rush to or from something important you've tried to engineer.”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #9
    David Foster Wallace
    “I have filled 3 Mead notebooks trying to figure out whether it was Them or Just Me.”
    David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments

  • #10
    David Foster Wallace
    “The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.”
    David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life

  • #11
    David Foster Wallace
    “...in real life I always seem to have a hard time winding up a conversation or asking somebody to leave, and sometimes the moment becomes so delicate and fraught with social complexity that I'll get overwhelmed trying to sort out all the different possible ways of saying it and all the different implications of each option and will just sort of blank out and do it totally straight -- 'I want to terminate the conversation and not have you be in my apartment anymore' -- which evidently makes me look either as if I'm very rude and abrupt or as if I'm semi-autistic and have no sense of how to wind up a conversation gracefully...I've actually lost friends this way.”
    David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays

  • #12
    James Agee
    “...but you are too much for them: the weak in courage are strong in cunning; and one by one, you have absorbed and have captured and dishonored, and have distilled of your deliverers the most ruinous of all poisons; people hear Beethoven in concert halls, or over a bridge game, or to relax; Cézannes are hung on walls, reproduced, in natural wood frames; van Gogh is the man who cut off his ear and whose yellows became recently popular in window decoration.”
    James Agee
    tags: art

  • #13
    Ariana Reines
    “You have got to goad yourself toward a becoming that is in accordance with what you are innate. You have got to sometimes become the medicine you want to take.”
    Ariana Reines, The Cow

  • #14
    Ariana Reines
    “Shit is disgusting and horrible. A lot of people and things are disgusting and horrible, and I want to be a nice person, and I am. When you are speaking about rejected people whose suffering makes them disgusting, you are speaking about shit. I do not mean that we should all eat shit and love what we can’t help rejecting. I am saying that I tried to do that, just to see if it was possible.

    It’s not possible. ”
    Ariana Reines

  • #15
    Anne Carson
    “[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.”
    Anne Carson

  • #16
    Anne Carson
    “[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling let’s buy it what a bargain!
    Anne Carson, Short Talks

  • #17
    Joan Didion
    “Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death. We misconstrue the nature of even those few days or weeks. We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to both body and mind. We might expect that we will be prostrate, inconsolable, crazy with loss. We do not expect to be literally crazy, cool customers who believe their husband is about to return and need his shoes.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

  • #18
    Joan Didion
    “Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt that my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.”
    Joan Didion

  • #19
    Joan Didion
    “A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
    Joan Didion

  • #20
    Marvin Bell
    “The "I" in the poem is not you but someone who knows a lot about you.”
    Marvin Bell

  • #21
    Jacques Derrida
    “I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.”
    Jacques Derrida, Jacques Derrida

  • #22
    Clarice Lispector
    “Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #23
    Robert B. Parker
    “Has anyone ever told you," I said, "that you coalesce reality?"
    "No. They only say that I'm good in the sack."
    "They are accurate but limited," I said. "And if you give me their names I'll kill them.”
    Robert B. Parker

  • #24
    Robert B. Parker
    “I pulled the MG in beside him at the curb and he got in.
    "This thing ain't big enough for either one of us," he said. "When you getting something that fits?"
    "It goes with my preppy look," I said. "You get one of these, they let you drive around the north shore, watch polo, anything you want."
    I let the clutch in and turned right on Dartmouth.
    "How you get laid in one of these?" Hawk said.
    "You just don't understand preppy," I said. "I know it's not your fault. You're only a couple generations out of the jungle. I realize that. But if you're preppy you don't get laid in a car."
    "Where do you get laid if you preppy?"
    I sniffed. "One doesn't," I said.
    "Preppies gonna be outnumbered in a while," Hawk said.”
    Robert B. Parker

  • #25
    Robert B. Parker
    “How about the wrong crowd," I said. "You getting in with them?"
    "Not much luck," Paul said. "I'm trying like hell, but the wrong crowd doesn't seem to want me."
    "Don't quit," I said. "You want something, you go after it. I was nearly thirty-five before I could get in with wrong crowd.”
    Robert B. Parker

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can't dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than any words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

  • #29
    Charlotte Brontë
    “It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"

    I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still.

    "Because, he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #30
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Anybody may blame me who likes, when I add further, that, now and then, when I took a walk by myself in the grounds; when I went down to the gates and looked through them along the road; or when, while Adele played with her nurse, and Mrs. Fairfax made jellies in the storeroom, I climbed the three staircases, raised the trap-door of the attic, and having reached the leads, looked out afar over sequestered field and hill, and along dim sky-line - that then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen - that then I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach.”
    Charlotte Bronte



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