Quotes from David Foster Wallace

Lo que intento decir es que pienso que esto forma parte de lo que se supone que significa en realidad ese mantra de que las humanidades «te enseñan a pensar»: ser un poco menos arrogante, tener cierta «conciencia crítica» de mí mismo y de mis certidumbres… porque un gran porcentaje de las cosas de las que suelo estar automáticamente seguro resultan ser completamente erróneas y fruto de engañarme a mí mismo.

Mr. Incandenza, this is the Enfield Raw Sewage Commission, and quite frankly we've had enough shit out of you.

There's no judgment. It's clear she's been punished enough. And it was basically the same all over, after all, Out There. And the fact that it was so good to hear her, so good that even Tiny Ewell and Kate Gompert and the rest of the worst of them all sat still and listened without blinking, looking not just at the speaker's face but into it, helps force Gately to remember all over again what a tragic adventure this is, that none of them signed up for.

The fact is that we're all lonely, of course. Everyone knows this, it's almost a cliché. So yet another layer of my essential fraudulence is that I pretended to myself that my loneliness was special, that it was uniquely my fault because I was somehow especially fraudulent and hollow.

Die Integrität meines Schlafs ist für alle Zeit kompromittiert, Sir.

Absolutely no, no, nothing got recorded or filmed. Reality being camera-free, being the joke I'll again underline.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without .. thinking twice.

Ya eran una desgracia las pequeñas cucarachas marrones de Boston y Nueva Orleans, pero al menos uno podía entrar a su casa y, al encender la luz, huían despavoridas. Estas cucarachas de cloacas del sudoeste, cuando enciendes las luces, te miran de abajo arriba como diciendo: ¿Tienes algún problema?

if there's a low voter turnout, then the majority of the people who get off their ass and do vote will be the Diehard Republicans, meaning the Christian Right and the party faithful, and these are the groups that vote as they're told, the ones controlled by the GOP Establishment, an Establishment that as already mentioned has got all its cash and credibility invested in the Shrub.

My whole life I've been a fraud. I'm not exaggerating. Pretty much all I've ever done all the time is try to create a certain impression of me in other people. Mostly to be liked or admired. It's a little more complicated than that, maybe. But when you come right down to it it's to be liked, loved. Admired, approved of, applauded, whatever. You get the idea.

That what unlocks you, even today, is what you want to want. In what you value. And what you value's married to those certain things you just won't do . And here's a cliché that's earned its status as a cliché: whether you're free or locked up depends, all and only, on what you want. What you have matters about as much as the color of your sky. Or your bars.

They're not for petting, though. When you come close they flatten their ears and show big teeth. The grooms laugh to themselves as we jump back. These are special competitive horses, intricately bred, w/ high-strung artistic temperaments. I wish I'd brought carrots: animals can be bought, emotionally.

Esta noche y para callarte, Bubú, te diré que tengo que solucionar algunas disputas administrativas con Dios. Te diré que Dios parece tener un estilo de dirección técnica que a mi no me gusta nada. Yo soy bastante antimuerte. Y Dios da toda la impresión de ser bastante promuerte. No sé cómo nos vamos a poner de acuerdo al respecto él y yo, Bubú.

It you are immune to boredom, there is literally nothing you cannot accomplish.

It starts to turn out that the vapider the AA cliche, the sharper the canines of the real truth it covers.

It's the sort of love whose measure is what it has cost, what one's given up for it. Whether there's choice involved is, at a certain point, of no interest... since it's the very surrender of choice and self that informs the love in the first place.

Agassi, who is 25 (and of whom you have heard and then some), is kind of Michael Joyce's hero. Just last week, at the Legg Mason Tennis Classic in Washington D.C., in wet-mitten heat that had players vomiting on-court and defaulting all over the place, Agassi beat Joyce in the third round of the main draw, 6

The formulaic inexorability of these villains' defeat does give the climaxes an oddly soothing, ritualistic quality, and it makes the villains martyrs in a way, sacrifices to our desire for black-and-white morality and comfortable judgment...

They never doubt the difference—they just ponder it. It's like a kind of idolatry of uniqueness. It's unvarying and kind of spirit-killing for a Staffer to watch, that the only way your addict ever learns anything is the hard way.

You could say that a commercial movie doesn't try to wake people up but rather to make their sleep so comfortable and their dreams so pleasant that they will fork over money to experience it.

My toughest decisions had been whether to catch the afternoon showing of Mrs. Doubtfire or play bingo.

Supongo que ser tímido significa básicamente estar absorbido por uno mismo hasta el punto en que estar rodeado de otras personas se hace realmente difícil

a manual for how to build a mentally ill child

It is hard to notice what you see every day.