The Glutton Quotes

“I am lost on a sea of hunger, blue and black and heaving and full five fathoms deep below and rarely, rarely do I feel anything besides hungry, rarely, rarely does a jolt of feeling or emotion pierce the hide of my hunger, and never, never have I been able to live the life God presumably gave me to live, to dance and think and remember and kiss, no, all my life I have stood at the threshold of my life waiting to be let in”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“He wants to say: hunger is all I am and all my life is. Hunger runs through my veins like blood, branches through me like a fungus, swelling and renewing itself daily. I am lost on a sea of hunger, blue and black and heaving and full five fathoms deep below and rarely, rarely do I feel anything besides /hungry/, rarely, rarely does a jolt of feeling or emotion pierce the hide of my hunger, and never, never have I been able to live the life God presumably gave me to live, to dance and think and remember and kiss, no, all my life I have stood at the threshold of my life waiting to be let in because of this hunger, no living for Tarare.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“bodies laid out, poor and broken, living and dead. Strange, she thinks, perhaps even perverse, that we are denied the measure of ourselves that we may take of others.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“(Seldom have those dark trees heard laughter before. They will discuss it at length in the months to come.)”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“Because of time and all it has torn down and robbed from him. The gilt rubbed from the surface of the world. Because of time and all it has borne away, beyond his reach.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“Who would claim the luxury of a big heart, or the bijou of a smile, when he is raised on a diet of boiled grass and stale bread? He should rightly be miserable, think those who despise him, like I am.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“precondition of true beauty is surprise, he thinks: real beauty must seem as though it has fallen abruptly from the sky, or else come from deep inside the earth—some place where it had shone secretly and unseen, until you came along and saw it.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“Personne ne ressemble à rien. Dieu aime se copier lui-même. Cochon, rat-taupe, renardeau, noyau de pêche.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“Ça ne servirait à rien de décrire la douleur de Tarare, qui est immense et présente dans chaque partie de son corps, parce que dans la douleur nous sommes seuls, verrouillés dans notre chair , où le sang siffle et les cellules s'unissent et se désunissent.”
― A.K. Blakemore , The Glutton

“Your Mother Superior sounds like a cunt, says the killer.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton

“I am Tarare, he says. The Great Tarare. The Glutton of Lyon. The Hercules of the Gullet. The Bottomless Man. The Beast. So I have been called, he says.”
― A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton