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Nature leads you up like a mother and as soon as she gets her little contribution leaves you with nothing.
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She stands by the edge of the bed, baggy in nakedness, and goes off into the bathroom to do her duty. There's that in women repels him: handle themselves like an old envelope. Tubes into tubes, wash away men's dirt--insulting, really. Faucets cry. The more awake he gets the more depressed he is. From deep in the pillow he stares at the horizontal strip of stained-glass church window that shows beneath the window shade. Its childish brightne..
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Come here," he asks. The idea of making it while the churches are full excites him. "No," Ruth says. She is really a little sore. His believing in God grates against her."
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He accelerates. The growing complexity of lights threatens him. He is being drawn into Philadelphia. He hates Philadelphia. Dirtiest city in the world, they live on poisoned water, you can taste the chemicals. He wants to go south, down, down the map into orange groves and smoking rivers and barefoot women. It seems simple enough, drive all night through the dawn through the morning through the noon park on a beach take off your shoes and f..
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Everybody who tells you how to act has whisky on their breath.
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Although this block of brick three-stories is just like the one he left, something in it makes him happy; the steps and windowsills seem to twitch and shift in the corner of his eye, alive. This illusion trips him. His hands lift of their own and he feels the wind on his ears even before, his heels hitting heavily on the pavement at first but with an effortless gathering out of a kind of sweet panic growing lighter and quicker and quieter, ..
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The farther he drives the more he feels some great confused system, Baltimore now instead of Philadelphia, reaching for him.
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He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all America was the same. He wonders, Is it just these people I'm outside or is it all America?
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He realizes that the heat on his cheeks is anger; he has been angry ever since he left that diner full of mermaids.
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It's the truth. It just felt like the whole business was fetching and hauling, all the time trying to hold this mess together she was making all the time.
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He must try to stop swearing; he wonders why he's doing it. To keep them apart, maybe; he feels a dangerous tug drawing him toward this man.
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I felt the superb iron of Barth's paragraphs, his magnificent seamless integrity and energy in this realm of prose--the specifically Christian--usually conspicuous for intellectual limpness and dishonesty. "Man is a riddle and nothing else, and his universe, be it ever so vividly seen and felt, is a question.... The solution of the riddle, the answer to the question, the satisfaction of our need is the absolutely new event.... There is no w..
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I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
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America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.
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Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.
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The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.
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He skates saucily over great tracts of confessed ignorance.
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Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.
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The only way to get somewhere, you know, is to figure out where you're going before you go there.
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Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.
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The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
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By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.
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Any decent kind of world, you wouldn't need all these rules.
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All men are boys time is trying to outsmart.
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Like water, blood must run or grow scum.
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Freedom, that he always thought was outward motion, turns out to be this inward dwindling.
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Halfway isn't all the way, but it's better than no way.
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Religion enables us to ignore nothingness and get on with the jobs of life.
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Cocaine. The stuff is everywhere."
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I mean," he says, "how the hell do you think it feels? Sitting there and having the plane explode?"
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there ought to be a law that we change identities and families every ten years or so.
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You don't know what you don't know.
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Figure out where you're going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.
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Nelson] "...One nice thing about Florida, it makes Pennsylvania look unspoiled."
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Your children's losing battle with time seems even sadder than your own.
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Re Florida] Just not being senile is considered great down here.
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When she was a girl nobody had money but people had dreams.
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She closes her eyes and wordlessly thinks of all the misery sex has caused the world...
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When you feel irresistable, you're hard to resist.
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Nelson] "...I get none of the things a man's supposed to get from a wife."
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He didn't have a worry in the world back then. He was in paradise and didn't know it.
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Nelson, to Harry] "...I keep feeling hassled."
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Thelma] "...We're too old to keep being foolish."
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You can't say anything honest to women, they have minds like the FBI.
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