Quotes About William

all writing worth reading comes, like suicide, from outrage or revenge

fragments of a conversation she had left a little earlier (on Rilke, not Rilke's poetry but Rilke the man, who refused to be psychoanalyzed for fear of purging his genius);

And someone said, —Nothing queer about Carruthers . . . to conclude, once for all, the story of that subaltern and his mare.

Maelcum a rude boy, said the other, an' a righteous tug pilot.

Zona spat a stream of Spanish that overwhelmed translation, a long and liquid curse.

I can't unteach he six years of pity if you can't stand up to one tantrum.

ego swimming up behind them, to peer at him suspiciously, something eel-like, larval, transparently boned. He had its full attention. "If things had gone differently

Stone killer," said Carlos, like that might be his favorite flavor of pie.

He said they'd been done in by the Beatles, so the food riots hadn't had to happen. The Beatles and losing their own Vietnam.

The yellow Lego was brick-shaped again. Pretending innocence.

And finally telling her story to Wilf Netherton, who'd looked like a low-key infomercial for an unnamed product.

and he lived in the trailer down by the creek.

my way through these small patches of virtual real-estate—or do I somehow imagine that I am performing some more dynamic function? The

History is the nothing people write about a nothing.

This toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch.

The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate.

You are wonderful, Father.I'm more than wonderful, how dare you insult me.

You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance, Domingo said.

That's all you need? Easy. I love you.Okay? Want it louder?I love you. Spell it out schould I l-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards You love I.

The Serpent, to my interpretation, was pain.

And 5:25 when the screaming started outside the main gate.

I only wish we could stay for his grief - it should be Homeric.

You're a peasant and a fool and I want my sword. You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance.

That is such a bizarre request I have to agree to do it.