Quotes About Author

We are the Few, the Proud, the More or Less Constantly Appalled at Everyone Else.

Do this: hate him for me after I die. I beg you. Dying request.

Their handshake looked, for the first split-second he looked, like C.T. was jacking off and the little girl was going Sieg Heil.

So my offense is what, misdemeanor gargling?

It's always seemed a little preposterous that Hamlet, for all his paralyzing doubt about everything, never once doubts the reality of the ghost. Never

gesture a lot and look wild-eyed and generally pissed-off in some broad geopolitical way.

I mean, Tarantino is such a SHMUCK 90 percent of the time. But ten percent of the time, I've seen genius shining off the guy.

The teeth of the smile evidenced a clinical depressive's classic inattention to oral hygiene.

characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any apparent similarity to real persons is not intended by the author and is either a coincidence or

How can you be so ugly to me?" "'Cause I'm bored, and when a man gets bored enough he gets like an animal. I'm an animal now, feels like.

Being the worst confirmation of the worst kind of generation gap stereotype and parental disgust for their decadent, wastoid kids

The whole quantum setup ends up being embarrassing in the special way something pretentious is embarrassing when it's also wrong.

Or are you just looking for some Cliff-Note summary so you can incorporate the impression of depth into some new panty-removal campaign?

both of whom give Avril a howling case of the maternal fantods.

David Foster Wallace understood the paradox of attempting to write fiction that spoke to posterity and a contemporary audience simultaneously

Not even the masters of the high/low rhetorical register go higher more panoramically or lower more exuberantly than Wallace—not Joyce, not Bellow, not Amis.

The Moms revealed that if you're not crazy then speaking to someone who isn't there is termed apostrophe and is valid art.

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.

It Was a Great Marvel That He Was in the Father without Knowing Him

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Hal is maybe the one male E.T.A. for whom lifetime virginity is a conscious goal.

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

It's worse in Philly!

I am saying in order to masturbate successfully, the scene required rational logic by which copulation with this exercising woman is plausible in the public of the State Exercise Facility. I was responsible to this logic.