Quotes from David Foster Wallace

Quiero ser así. Capaz de sentarme inmóvil y empujar la vida hacia mí, una frente cada vez.

These kids should be out drinking beer and seeing films and having panty raids and losing virginities and writhing to suggestive music, not making up long, sad, convoluted stories.

The more she wants to be accepted by the world, the more she's beaten back by her heightened perception of her own difference.

A menudo las bromas y el sarcasmo eran la botella en la que los depresivos clínicos enviaban sus aullidos más estridentes en busca de alguien que los cuidara y ayudara.

This is potentially key, I'm saying. This may be just the sort of regional politico-sexual contrast the swanky East-Coast magazine is keen for... They might ought to try just climbing on and spinning and ignoring assholes and saying Fuck 'em. That's pretty much all you can do with assholes. This could be integral.

I believe the influence of Kierkegaard on Camus is underestimated. I believe Dennis Gabor may very well have been the Antichrist. I believe Hobbes is just Rousseau in a dark mirror. I believe, with Hegel, that transcendence is absorption.

But and so things are slow, and like you they have this irritating suspicion that any satisfaction is still way off, and it's frustrating; but like basically decent kids they suck it up, bite the foil, because what's going on is just plain real; and no matter what we want, the real world is pretty slow, at present, for kids our age.

You can be shaped, or you can be broken. There is not much in between. Try to learn.

Like the Dichotomy's VIR, surds represent gaps or holes in the N.L., interstices through which the limitless chaos of (infinity) could enter and mess with the tidiness of Attic math.

To become an abstraction: The Mother, Down On One Knee. This was life after he came - she orbits him, I chart her movements. That she could call him a blessing, the sun in her sky. She was no more the girl that I'd married.

A neutral and affectless silence. The sort of all-defensive game Schtitt used to have me play: the best defense: let everything bounce off you; do nothing. I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear.

Personal pleasure and gross revenue looked at last to lie along the same demand curve, at least as far as home entertainment went.

the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

and the tumescence of O.N.A.N.ism.

started to see that maybe he had forgotten the whole incident.

The real secret behind top athletes' genius, then, may be as esoteric and obvious and dull and profound as silence itself. The real, many-veiled answer to the question of just what goes through a great player's mind as he stands at the center of a hostile crowdnoise and lines up the free-throw that will decide the game might well be: nothing at all.

and he can feel his heart going out into the world...

La persona deprimida experimentava un dolor emocional terrible i incessant, i la impossibilitat de compartir o articular aquest dolor era en si mateixa un dels components del dolor i un dels factors que contribuïen al seu horror essencial.

Basically what you're doing when you're writing fiction is telling a lie, he tells those of us in the seminar; and the psychology of reading dictates that we're willing to buy only what coheres, on some gut level, with what we already believe.

Infinite Jest (III). B.S. Latrodectus Mactans Productions. Uncredited cast; 16/35 mm.; color; sound. Unfinished, unseen remake of Infinite Jest (I), (II). UNRELEASED

The best way to describe the sonic environment at the '98 CES is: Imagine that the apocalypse took the form of a cocktail party.

Credo di sembrare un tipo normale, forse persino simpatico, anche se mi hanno consigliato di apparire il più normale possibile, e di non provare nemmeno a fare quella che a me parrebbe un'espressione simpatica o un sorriso.

It always seems to be important to have at least one person in the vicinity to hate.

Do you think it's a coincidence that college is when many Americans do their most serious fucking and falling-down drinking and generally ecstatic DIonysian-type reveling? It's not.