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| 0a537b1 | While the consequences are often quite hellish, I am absolutely and perhaps permanently against ignoring books recommended from the heart by very nice people and strangers; it is too risky and inhuman; also the consequences are often painful in a fairly charming way. | reading | J.D. Salinger | |
| 324758e | HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO LOVE AND KISSES CHALES | J.D. Salinger | ||
| e5b661a | I went down by a different staircase, and i saw another "fuck you" on the wall. I tried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or something. It wouldn't come off. It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "fuck you" signs in the world." | J.D. Salinger | ||
| aa83ec6 | For example, when Seymour told one of the twins or Zooey or Franny or even Mme. Boo Boo (who was only two years younger than myself, and often entirely the Lady), to take off his or her galoshes on coming into the apartment, each and all of them knew he mostly meant that the floor would get tracked up if they didn't and that Bessie would have to get out the mop. When told them to take off their galoshes, they knew I mostly meant that peop.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 7aee297 | What I like best is a book that's at least funny once in awhile. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| fc0aa9e | Would you like to know how Charlotte got those nine stitches?" I asked suddenly, in a tone of voice that sounded perfectly normal to me. "We were up at the Lake. Seymour had written to Charlotte, inviting her to come up and visit us, and her mother finally let her. What happened was, she sat down in the middle of our driveway one morning to pet Boo Boo's cat, and Seymour threw a stone at her. He was twelve. That's all there was to it. He th.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 80c1d50 | You talk about piling up treasure - money, property, culture, knowledge, and so on and so on. In going ahead with the Jesus Prayer - just let me finish, now please - in going ahead with the Jesus Prayer, aren't you trying to lay up some kind of treasure? Something that's every goddam bit as negotiable as all those other, more material things? Or does the fact that it's a prayer make all the difference? . . . There's something about the way .. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 74f75b7 | wq`yt hmyshh khyly dyr khwdsh r nshn my dhd. Gryb tryn tfwt myn khwshbkhty w shdy yn st khh khwshbkhty jmd st w shdy my`. shdy mn t SbH i rwz b`d, khh aqy ywshwtw b pkht hy dw dnshjwy jdyd sr myz mn sbz shdnd, bysh tr npyyd w drwn mkhzn khwd shrw` khrd bh nsht khrdn. brgrfth z khtb dltngy hy nqsh khybn chhl w hshtm | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 0ce5998 | You ought to go to a boy's school sometime. Try it sometime," I said. "It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques." | honest life money phony sex truth | J.D. Salinger | |
| c969cd2 | my atoms, moreover, are arranged to make me constitutionally inclined to believe that where there's smoke there's usually strawberry Jello, seldom fire... | J.D. Salinger | ||
| faeefbf | Bir kitabi okuyup bitirdiginiz zaman, bunu yazan keske cok yakin bir arkadasim olaydi da, canim her istediginde onu telefonla arayip konusabilseydim diyorsaniz, o kitap bence gercekten iyidir. | writers | J.D. Salinger | |
| 89e4b70 | Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act. | hopelessness | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 2575c6a | When Blair bites her lower lip she's eighteen again. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 4f89387 | Tim glances over at me and I avert my gaze and an imagined sense of imposed peace washes calmly over the two of us, answering my question. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 724f6c8 | On my way over to Park Avenue to find a cab I pass an ugly, homeless bum-- a member of the genetic underclass-- and when he softly pleads for change, for "anything," I noticed the Barnes & Noble book bag that sits next to him on the steps of the church he's begging on and I can't help but smirk, out loud, "Oh right, like YOU read...," | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 3a0114b | What do you think I do?" And frisky too. "A model?" She shrugs. "An actor?" "No," I say. "Flattering, but no." "Well?" "I'm into, oh, murders and executions mostly. It depends." I shrug. "Do you like it?" she asks, unfazed. "Um... It depends. Why?" I take a bit of sorbet. "Well, most guys I know who work in mergers and acquisitions don't really like it," she says. "That's not what I said," I say, adding a forced smiled, finishing my J&B. "O.. | patrick-bateman | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 5a69dde | a drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says "Oh, man" gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whole and the crack dealer stares at me, trying to mask his deep disturbance with an amused glare, and I grab him by the neck and croak out, my breath reeking, "The best engine is in the BMW 750iL," | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| f966734 | The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie. | fiction writing | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 7d9b8e8 | He smiled hesitantly and she smiled back in the same fashion, but he was unsettled by the thought that Muriel had undergone a transformation. Some of the stuff that had come out of her mouth lately, about God or babies, made him wonder if she'd had a brain transplant at some point in the last ten years. It was funny what happened to people after forty, when they realized that our place here on earth was leased, not owned. | Scott Turow | ||
| 8e006aa | Every American is from somewhere else. Each is hated for what he brings that is different from the rest. We live in uneasy peace. But it is peace, for the most part. | Scott Turow | ||
| d63bcdd | The years roll on and life seems like this more and more, that choices don't really exit in the way I thought they would when I was a child and expected the regal power of adulthood to provide clarity and insight. | Scott Turow | ||
| 3836c91 | It wasn't luck or the order of the universe. It was simply what had happened. | Scott Turow | ||
| 5f0c53e | This is life. You know the philosphers? The Present never stops. There's only the Present. You cheat life if you live in the Past. | Scott Turow | ||
| 65382b0 | Earlier in the day, while killing some hours by circling in blue ballpoint ink every uppercase M in the front section of a month-old New York Times, Chip had concluded that he was behaving like a depressed person. Now, as his telephone began to ring, it occurred to him that a depressed person ought to continue staring at the TV and ignore the ringing -- ought to light another cigarette and, with no trace of emotional affect, watch another c.. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 6983a7f | Birds were like dinosaurs' better selves. They had short lives and long summers. We all should be so lucky as to leave behind such heirs. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 7383d47 | It's good to have friends in life. If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| e1e61f4 | Brooklyn was like Philadelphia made better by its proximity to Manhattan. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| ab69628 | It offended his sense of proportion and economy to throw away a ninety-percent serviceable string of lights. It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it away was to deny its value and, by extension, the value of individuals generally: to willfully designate as trash an object that you.. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| dab85d9 | What happened in the virtual world, where beauty existed for the purpose of being hated and besmirched, was more compelling than what happened in the real world, where beauty seemed to have no purpose at all. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| ad2a8f4 | Power, power, power: how could the world be organized around the struggle for a thing so lonely and oppressive in the having of it? | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| c295e60 | If you can imagine it, you're halfway there | Pete Hautman | ||
| c7cc9d2 | She just happens to be my father, young man, and I'd appreciate it of you'd show her a little respect. | David Sedaris | ||
| e382a06 | When visitors leave, I feel like an actor watching the audience file out of the theater, and it was no different with my sisters. The show over, Hugh and I returned to lesser versions of ourselves. We're not a horrible couple, but we have our share of fights, the type that can start with a misplaced sock and suddenly be about everything. "I haven't liked you since 2002," he hissed during a recent argument over which airport security line wa.. | David Sedaris | ||
| 3d43eb2 | Everyone had taken their places, when I excused myself to visit the bathroom, and there, in the toilet, was the absolute biggest turd I have ever seen in my life - no toilet paper or anything, just this long and coiled specimen, as thick as a burrito. | David Sedaris | ||
| 63d3561 | Like most seasoned phonies, I roundly suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am. | humorist | David Sedaris | |
| 97b9524 | When it happens to you it's a national tragedy-- you wonder. Only when it happens to someone else do you realize what a dull story it really is. | David Sedaris | ||
| 05da52b | Dad followed his I'm-So-Disappointed speech with a lecture on career opportunities. "You're going to study literature and get a job doing what?" he said. "Literaturizing?" | David Sedaris | ||
| 0b63bb8 | Today a child told Santa Ken that he wanted his dead father back and a complete set of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Everyone wants those Turtles. | David Sedaris | ||
| b5b8d23 | You just take and take don't you? Out there with your thumb in the air--not a care in the world, just grabbing whatever you can get. Yes, sir, you just take and take until you're ready to burst. But what about giving? Did you ever think about that? Of course not--you're too busy taking, Mr. Handout, Mr. Gimmee, Gimmee, Gimmee. Me, I'm what you call a 'taxpayer.' Tax, it's a... tariff that working people have to pay so that someone like your.. | David Sedaris | ||
| 69b75f3 | Jimmy Hoffa said, "I know how Jesus must have felt. The fucking pharaohs rose to power on his coattails like the fucking Kennedy brothers are rising on mine." Heshie Ryskind said, "Get your history straight. It was Julius Caesar that did Jesus in." | James Ellroy | ||
| 5f35595 | There's a kid or some kids somewhere. I'll never know them. They're particle-puzzle-cubing right now. They might be mini-misanthropes from Moosefart, Montana. They might be demi-dystopians from Dogdick, Delaware. They dig my demonic dramas. The metaphysic maims them. They grasp the gravity. They'll duke it out with their demons. They'll serve a surfeit of survival skills. They won't be chronologically crucified. They'll shore up my shit. Th.. | ideas inspiration reading writing | James Ellroy | |
| 62ad535 | But now, his liberated eyes stayed on this side, he saw and became aware of the visible, sought to be at home in this world, did not search for the true essence, did not aim at a world beyond. Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7dafbce | With a thousand eyes, the river looked at him | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 114356f | You don't force him, don't beat him, don't give him orders, because you know that 'soft' is stronger than 'hard', Water stronger than rocks, love stronger than force. Very good, I praise you. But aren't you mistaken in thinking that you wouldn't force him, wouldn't punish him? Don't you shackle him with your love? Don't you make him feel inferior every day, and don't you make it even harder on him with your kindness and patience? Don't you .. | Hermann Hesse |