Quotes from David Foster Wallace

One of the great Greek contributions to the very concept of mathematics was the conscious recognition and emphasis of the fact that mathematical entities are abstractions, ideas entertained by the mind and sharply distinguished from physical objects or pictures.

La belleza no es la meta de los deportes de competición y, sin embargo, los deportes de élite son un vehículo perfecto para la expresión de la belleza humana. La relación que guardan ambas cosas entre sí viene a ser un poco como la que hay entre la valentía y la guerra.

CONSCIOUSNESS IS NATURE'S NIGHTMARE

Thanks. SHULGSHULGSPAHHH… Whew. Ah.

He makes a reference to candor and its value.

We fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed. —Frank Bidart, "Borges and I

the facial creases of the shaggy middle Dean are now pursed in a kind of distanced affront, an I'm-eating-something-that-makes-me-really-appreciate-the-presence-of-whatever-I'm-drinking-along-with-it look

I am a giant, a mountain, a planet. Everything else is far off below. My footsteps are countries, my shadow a time zone. I watch from high windows. I wash in high clouds.

How is it, then, that Infinite Jest still feels so transcendently, electrically alive? Theory one: as a novel about an "entertainment" weaponized to enslave and destroy all who look upon it, Infinite Jest is the first great Internet novel. Yes

Sometimes I wear sunglasses even in the house. Sometimes at the stadium I hold my hand up and look at it and I swear I can see right through it. Like that thing with the flashlight and your hand.' 'Hands seem to be sort of a theme to this call, thus far.' 'On the way in from the lot off the street here I saw a pedestrian in a pith helmet stagger and like claw at the air and pitch forward onto his face. Another Phoenician felled by the heat I think to myself

fringes in Alberta weren't too pleased, but not much pleases an Albertan far-rightist anyway.

The second shift's 1600h. siren down at Sunstrand Power & Light is creepily muffled by the no-sound of falling snow.

And here, really, is the enigma of David Foster Wallace's work generally and Infinite Jest specifically: an endlessly, compulsively entertaining book that stingily withholds from readers the core pleasures of mainstream novelistic entertainment, among them a graspable central narrative line, identifiable movement through time, and any resolution of its quadrumvirate plotlines.

351. As in a combination of the First and Twelfth Steps, goes the AA joke: 'My Life is Unmanageable and I'd Like to Share it With You.

It may be that mathematics is not generally recognized as one of the arts precisely because so much pyramidal training and practice is required in order to appreciate its aesthetics; math is perhaps the ultimate in acquired tastes.

As everyone is well aware, ti is so difficult to do something nice for someone and not want them, desperately, to know that the identity of the individual who did it for them was you, and to feel grateful and approving towards you, and to tell myriads of other people what you 'did' for them, so that you can be widely acknowledged as a 'good' person.

Adjust. Adjust? Stay the same. No? Is not stay the same? It is cold? It is wind? Cold and wind is the world. Outside, yes? On the tennis court the you is the player: this is not where there is cold wind. I am saying. Different world inside. World built inside cold outside world of wind breaks the wind, shelters the player, you, if you stay the same, stay inside.

This is what happens: you imagine the things I will say and then say them for me and then become angry with them. Without my mouth; it never opens. You speak to yourself, inventing sides. This itself is the habit of children: lazy, lonely, self. I

This argument is not the barrel of drugged trout that Methodological Descriptivism was, but it's still vulnerable to objections.

This is PCE's core fallacy—that a society's mode of expression is productive of its attitudes rather than a product of those attitudes 63 —and of course it's nothing but the obverse of the politically conservative SNOOT's delusion that social change can be retarded by restricting change in standard usage.

The lie is that it's one or the other. A still, floating bee is moving faster than it can think. From overhead the sweetness drives it crazy.

It was impossible. It was like something out of The Matrix. I don't know what-all sounds were involved, but my spouse says she hurried in and there was popcorn all over the couch and I was down on one knee and my eyeballs looked like novelty-shop eyeballs.

Because it literally makes no sense. Close to two hundred people all punishing somebody by getting embarrassed for him, killing him by empathetically dying right there with him, for him, up there at the podium. The applause when this guy's done has the relieved feel of a fist unclenching, and their cries of 'Keep Coming!' are so sincere it's almost painful.

One, one is that you attain the goal and realize the shocking realization that attaining the goal does not complete or redeem you, does not make everything for your life "OK " as you are, in the culture, educated to assume it will do this, the goal. And then you face this fact that what you had thought would have the meaning does not have the meaning when you get it, and you are impaled by shock.