Quotes from Jim Dodge

Why are the ones who are too good to be true always being true to someone else?

I don't rightly know. It just ain't possible to explain some things, maybe even most things. It's interesting to wonder on them and do some speculation, but the main thing is you have to accept it - take it for what it is, and get on with your getting." (91)

He wasn't the least bit disturbed that his intuition was wrong: intuition often missed, sometimes spectacularly, but when it connected it saved so much time that the spirit leaped forward ... and, of course, there was no use denying the basic human delight in being right the first time.

Why are the ones who are too good to be true always being true to someone else?

The mind is the shadow of the light it seeks.

I don't know a fucking thing. That must mean I'm finally sane and that's an excellent place to start going crazy again.

it's hard enough separating the good stuff from the bullshit without adding to the whole mess by wanting to know what you ain't gonna know.

you just had to be still and have faith, that was the main thing.

I wanted someone to hold me close so I slide across and snuggled in tight and said, 'Hold me.' He did, and it was tender and truly sweet, but without a trace of that wild carnal edge you would have to cross if you want to get so close together you can't tell each other apart. I pushed it. I said, 'I want to get closer. I want you to love who I am.' Love doesn't do much for the powers of explanation, but since Love has never asked for one itself, that seems fair enough.

Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath

After lunch Tiny returned to his fence work while Granddaddy and Fup repaired to the porch to sip a little Death Whisper, be still, and generally consider the drift of things. (55)

you're a mess now, but you'll be laughing about it in fifty years.

most reviews are written by morons about morons. sensibility is at a premium in american culture these days.

Fuck fashion in the face of need, and fuck it anyway just on good general principles.

a national government is bad enough, but this administration is the largest collection of scoundrels and morons in recent memory.

Ölümü kaç?racak ve kar??l???nda fidye olarak zaman isteyecekti." Çev. Ay?e Ünal

You desire to tame everything,but if you just stand still and feel for a moment you would know how everything yearns to be wild.

At the most marginal of opportunities, Jake was fond of telling anyone within earshot the three great secrets of how to proceed when you don't have the vaguest idea what you're doing. The secrets, in the order he invariably listed them, were intuition, reason, and desperation.

Drills and explosives did what Willie believed all technologies did: They killed feeling. By assassinating time and space under the guise of saving them, they keep people out of touch when the better state of being, according to Willie and others, is in touch. In his more delirious screeds, Willie claimed that industrialization was a Christian plot to destroy the pagan reflex between sensation and emotion.

Just as the terror is experienced as falling, the ecstasy is experienced as rising, soaring—but unchecked, it's the same as falling. So watch for that moment when clarity swerves toward the ecstatic. Catch yourself and return as soon as possible. I mean immediately. The further you soar, the further you fall.

L'austérité est une bonne arme contre ces moments de cafard qui changent ton âme en égout. Pour commencer, c'est toi qui reprends le contrôle, même s'il y'a des chances pour que ce ne soit que pure illusion. Ca aide au moins à limiter les dégâts, peut-être pas pour soi mais pour son entourage.

Aucune drogue n'est plus puissante que le réel, m'avait dit un jour John Seasons, car le réel, malgré notre obstination arrogante, terrifiée et pleine d'espoir, n'a pas besoin de nos perceptions, tout juste de notre présence impuissante.

Maybe I wanted to be crazy so I wouldn't have to go through the normal rationalizations and self-justifications of unfettered indulgence.

The Fourth Wiseman delivered his gift and slipped away.