The Dead Fish Museum Quotes
The Dead Fish Museum
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“Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments. ”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“her knees, which looked, in the faint blue light, as though they'd been carved by water from a bar of soap.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“Yeah, well, I wanted to be a screenwriter, and guess what? I am one. That's the other tragedy in life.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“...the boy saw faces disinigrate before his eyes, faces that fell to pieces, then disappeared, leaving a hole.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“It's hard to kill yourself by taking Tylenol. You die from liver failure, which takes a long time...”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“You all have stories, Sandy said. And we have secrets”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments. I wouldn't settle for less, yet I don't expect a whole lot more, either.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
― The Dead Fish Museum
“You know I worry," Drummond said.
"Especially when I talk about God."
"Yeah, especially."
"You believe."
"I do," Drummond said, although of late he wasn't sure that was true. "But that's different."
"There's only one true God," the boy said.
"I know."
"I was thinking of writing a symphony to prove it."
"You want some classical?" Drummond asked, reaching for the radio knob.
"Don't," Pete said.
"Okay, okay."
"I'd show how many ways, how many ideas all lead to one idea. God. I'd get the main structure, and jam around it. The whole thing could be a jam.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
"Especially when I talk about God."
"Yeah, especially."
"You believe."
"I do," Drummond said, although of late he wasn't sure that was true. "But that's different."
"There's only one true God," the boy said.
"I know."
"I was thinking of writing a symphony to prove it."
"You want some classical?" Drummond asked, reaching for the radio knob.
"Don't," Pete said.
"Okay, okay."
"I'd show how many ways, how many ideas all lead to one idea. God. I'd get the main structure, and jam around it. The whole thing could be a jam.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
“She sighed. Ignatius, do you know what the opposite of love is?
Hate, I said.
Despair, Sister said. Despair is the opposite of love.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
Hate, I said.
Despair, Sister said. Despair is the opposite of love.”
― The Dead Fish Museum
