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Happiness isn't something she spends much time thinking about. Survival, discomfort, hunger...these are the concerns that fill her days.

He has many reasons to scorn the bulk of humanity, and feels no shame for it.

Father, the boy repeats. --- You're not going to kill me, are you? --- Of course not.

The political impulse, similarly, must, however manifested, proceed from a universal urge to order social relations. Emotions

Justice is the application of previously decided and accepted norms of conduct and the rules for their examination and dispute.

Tennessee Williams choked to death on the plastic cap of a nasal spray.

Finally on Tuesday I understood why I was feeling depressed.

Because what I am also suddenly know thinking about is that it could be an absolutely autobiographical novel that would not start until I was alone, obviously.

He must be some escaped lunatic. Said an early Boston review of Leaves of Grass.

He stumbled and told the truth one night: workers had lost protections under WorkChoices.

Misleading the ABC is not quite the same as misleading the parliament as a political crime.

When a person comes from a family or a group that has been marginalized, when she is one of the subalterns, the silence such a person confronts about herself and her experiences within the greater culture is a political condition. In such cases the very act of writing about herself and her experiences becomes a political act.

establishing fixed racial hierarchies, such as the German composer Richard Wagner in Judaism in Music (1850) and the French diplomat Arthur de Gobineau in Essay on the Inequality of the Human Races (1853–1855).

I didn't always write for a living, and even back when it was my most fondly held dream to one day be able to do so, writing was difficult. Writing is like pulling teeth. From my dick.

The collective delusion here is overwhelming narcissism posing as altruism.

In the right situation, highly formalized, high-suction ass-kissing not only comes all too naturally to me, it makes me breathless with a feeling of penitential power.

the URL (the Uniform Resource Locator, or web address) is

The Korean man nodded, the way you do when you're a foreigner and understand that someone has finished a sentence.

The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.

I won't put in a load of laundry, because the machine is too loud and would drown out other, more significant noises - namely, the shuffling footsteps of the living dead.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

At first, writing for The New Yorker was very scary to me. I couldn't imagine anything that I would write in that typeface.

I can't promise I'll never kill anyone again, he once said, strapping a refrigerator to his back. It's unrealistic to live your life within such strict parameters

I'm not a misogynist. I'm a misanthrope. I hate everyone equally.