Hogg Quotes

“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn …nnnnnnnnnnnn … Ak-k-k … nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn … Hhhhh … Unnnnn … nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn … K-k-k-k … nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn … nnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnn … Ch-ch-ch … nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn—nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn …”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“It's Bo Jonas. Bo is short for Beauregard. Can you spell Beauregard?"
Denny frowned. "B-o-r-r ..."
"It's short for Bobby," Hogg said.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“It is not that female characters in the modern novel are characterizations of bad or limited people—although, incidentally, they almost always are—but that they are badly drawn, because the writers flatly refuse to apply the same complex of literary artifice in their character realizations to both males and females—out of habits that begin as a response to some terror that human individuation would make the female characters equal to the males.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“It is the novelist’s duty to attack society, for its false complacency, for its repressive rigidity, and for its self-righteous insensitivity. Society is women. Therefore, the novelist must attack and punish women in his works.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“Delany’s primary dramatic purpose, sounded in the novel’s opening line, is to give a significant portrait, and ultimately a sympathetic one, of a monster—a laudable science fiction theme if there ever was one, dating from Frankenstein. But Delany has transferred his theme pornography: his monster is a sexual human.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“I don’t know why he’s doin’ it. Don’t expect I ever will. But it sure is something, huh?”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“Huh?—well, in these big … Eh, with blood … Eh … blood. The murder victims’ blood. That’s pretty—you know—grim.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg

“Come on, cocksucker—” Hogg glanced at me again. Then a frown tried to fight its way in among the lines in his three-day stubble, into the lines around his close, green eyes. But a bigger smile kept it out. “Hey … is everything all right?” He looked at the road. “What’s the matter?”

I turned to watch the fleeing trees. “Nothin’.”
― Samuel R. Delany, Hogg