Bucky F*cking Dent Quotes

“Fuck science for now, he thought, all it has is truth. Poetry has truth and lies and is therefore truer than science, a more encompassing discipline.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Let things sit. Let things sit on your heart. You will learn of them by their weight.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“I never saw it before. I see it all now. All of it. It’s never Mickey Mantle that kills you. Never Willie Mays. Never the thing you prepare for. It’s always the little thing you didn’t see coming. The head cold that puts you in your grave. It’s always Bucky Dent.” Ted”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F&%@ing Dent

“He wanted to argue like this forever. This was better than nothing. There was no exhausting his anger at his father, and every word, however well intentioned or intentionally barbed, was a pull at a scab on his bloody heart. It was too late for any of this. There could ultimately be no healing. Marty had terminal cancer, and so did the two men have a cancer between them. They were terminal together, as father and son. They remained, momentarily exhausted, but it was really only that quiet between lightning and thunder as sound lags behind speed. The lightning had cracked the ground already, you just hadn't heard it yet.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“He still loved her, loved her more for her wrinkles because they could not defeat his need for her. Or his love. His young lust had turned to love and then his love had aged back into lust. It was a circle. It was a miracle. It was the alchemy of flesh. They ate only what they caught from the sea - wahoo, barracuda, and mahi mahi, and they ate what they picked from the trees - papaya, banana, and coconut. Don't forget cerveza from the bodega. They did not run, they walked. They needed nothing but themselves. This was them: They were.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“He was impressed with his father's fiction and noticed certain stylistic tics that he shared, and figured it was genetic. Why would genes determine only physical traits, eye color and left-handedness? Why not other, more subtle, bodiless proclivities such as a love of the semicolon and a propensity to string modifying clauses ad infinitum?”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“What if I don't love you?"
"I'll wait till you do."
"You might have to wait a long time."
They both got quiet. They both listened to the other breathe. They stood in different places on the exact same spot.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
There was a long pause, and then Ted said, "Waiting . . .”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Ted remained seated at the kitchen table, marveling at how big the emptiness inside him felt, and how the smallest thing, a sideways word from his father, could tear it open, and how the smallest thing, a kiss from his father, stitched it up in light.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“...this one, hoarding, heartbreaking expression of love that would have only made Marty's self-inflicted wounds deeper, was enough. This is how love kills.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“They could barely see each other. It was safe to love each other in the dark, Ted thought. They couldn't see how badly they loved each other, how they always botched it, didn't have to own that chasm of need. Ted felt his father's soul open up to the kiss like one of those plants that only grow at night, he thought, without any irony. A nightshade. My father the nightshade.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“They drove farther north like that. In perfect loving antagonism. It occurred to Ted that maybe Marty was like all the red and gold leaves he saw burning on the trees. In nature, it seems, things reached their most vibrant and beautiful right at the point of death, flaming out with all they had—why not natural man? His father was red, green, yellow, and gold, like a beautiful bird falling from the sky. Parodoxical undressing again.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Like many who are unable to play the game Ted had great insight into it. Perhaps being barred from success in a thing makes you overly perceptive of what makes success or failure in that thing, causes you to obsess on its technicalities and mysteries; whereas the gifted do not learn, they merely do, the less gifted stew, and ponder, and worry; they learn it the hard way and then they can teach it. The gifted can't teach what they never learned.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“The young girl was named Christina, and she was dying. She knew that. Bone cancer. Leukemia. They called it first names like that, but she knew its last name was death.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Virgil reached into the wool cap that contained his dreads, stuffed so full as to give him the appearance, Ted thought, of the Great Kazoo on the latter years of The Flintstones or a Jiffy Pop container expanded to its max. (Ted made a mental note that these are not bad similes and hoped he could find them on a rainy day.)”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“When Ted opened the door to find Mariana there, his first thought was, "I don't know what I'm wearing." And he didn't look down; he had a bad feeling and didn't want to face it, he kept his eyes on the girl, who said, "Hello, Theodore.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Ted's old single bed had weird dreams in it.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Go to bed, Ted."

"Okay."

"Wake up angry.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“And the bowling average? The obsession with statistics, the purity and power of the numbers worked to the seventh decimal place, as if some truth were hidden in the golden mean. He could feel his young self grasping for solidity in those numbers, keys to himself - I am this concrete, numerical thing. I am 134.7538658.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“No, war would’ve been good for you if you didn’t get killed, would’ve given you a subject, a fucking plot. Think of Hemingway and Mailer. Without WW Two, Mailer is nothing but a genius momma’s boy who wants to hang with made guys and boxers, and poor Hemingway, even with the war, he’s really only known as another wannabe tough-guy boxer bullfighter backstage Johnny with a smoking-hot granddaughter in a soon-to-be-released Woody Allen film. But war is good for art. War is good for industry and fiction.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F&%@ing Dent

“was the bad, easy, faux-tough-guy type of racist stuff his father loved to say just to piss people off. Ted hated that shit, found it offensive. But sometimes, against his better judgment, Ted felt something like a ventriloquist’s dummy, involuntarily speaking his father’s words. He might adopt an attitude or phrase out of the blue, like some sort of paternal Tourette’s.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F&%@ing Dent

“Ted hated that moment when they saw that it was only him. Like it was just a terrible mistake, like he himself was a mistake. It”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F&%@ing Dent

“He liked how sometimes science helped him to know and hate himself more thoroughly.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“He got out of the car and headed up to the house. He looked on the sidewalk where once he had scratched his name on the wet cement, but it was no longer there. It was smooth, like when a wave washes away initials in a heart someone drew in the sand. Always more waves than words in hearts in the sand, it seemed.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Though there were some muted colors, the world in here felt black and white. Filled with essentials for a man who had no needs. The”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F&%@ing Dent