Quotes About Connection

Step into the skin and disappear.

Cuando la noche anterior Lenore Beadsman lloró frente a Andrew Sealander Lang fue la primera vez en su vida que había llorado frente a alguien. Rick Vigorous había llorado frente a montones de personas.

Julie has told Faye that she believes lovers go through three different stages in getting really to know one another. First they exchange anecdotes and inclinations. Then each tells the other what she believes. Then each observes the relation between what the other says she believes and what she in fact does.

a "game" that will give everyone the consoling impression of making contact, together, with the ultimate transcendent referent.

The other nice thing about the Pump Room is the way it's connected by tunnel to the prorectors' rows of housing units, which means men's rooms, which means Hal can crawl, hunch, and tiptoe into

David Foster Wallace

Because it literally makes no sense. Close to two hundred people all punishing somebody by getting embarrassed for him, killing him by empathetically dying right there with him, for him, up there at the podium. The applause when this guy's done has the relieved feel of a fist unclenching, and their cries of 'Keep Coming!' are so sincere it's almost painful.

together, right before he'd

Gately's never had sex sober yet, or danced, or held somebody's hand except to say the Our Father in a big circle.

The emotionally Hobbesian meat market of the dating scene.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words.

We may say, roughly, that a mathematical idea is 'significant' if it can be connected, in a natural and illuminating way, with a large complex of other mathematical ideas. Thus a serious mathematical theorem, a theorem which connects significant ideas, is likely to lead to important advances in mathematics itself and even in other sciences.

of course, great short stories and great jokes have a lot in common. Both depend on what communications theorists sometimes call exformation, which is a certain quantity of vital information removed from but evoked by a communication in such a way as to cause a kind of explosion of associative connections within the recipient.

No! No! Any conversation or interchange is better than none at all, to trust him on this, that the worst kind of gut-wrenching intergenerational interface is better than withdrawal or hiddenness on either side.

We're all terribly, terribly lonely. And there's a way, at least in prose fiction, that can allow you to be intimate with the world and with a mind and with characters that you just can't be in the real world. — David Foster Wallace, interview in Whiskey Island , Spring, 1993.

Because we ceased long ago to be enough apart for a love to span any distance.

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you even hope to love what you can't grab onto.

because the technology is going to get better and better, and it's going to get easier and easier and more and more convenient and more pleasurable to sit alone with images on a screen given to us by people who do not love us but want our money . . that's fine, in low doses, but if it's the basic main staple of your diet, you're going to die. In a very meaningful way, you're going to die.

You are in love with a man", says Julie, "who insists that he can love you only when you stand in the exact center of whatever room you are in

well-trained viewer becomes even more allergic to people. Lonelier. Joe B.'s exhaustive TV-training in how to worry about how he might come across, seem to watching eyes, makes genuine human encounters even scarier.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.

There is nothing that makes us love a man so much as praying for him.

Todo ser nuevo que encontramos viene de otro relato y es el puente que une dos leyendas y dos mundos.

Ursúa y Castellanos hablaron hasta que la noche azul llena de estrellas cubrió las tierras bajas de la sierra. Todavía a medianoche, cuando en el campamento buena parte de los soldados dormían y sólo los guardias vigilaban en los pasos altos, seguía junto a la fogata el rumor inacabable de ese diálogo, como de dos náufragos que acabaran de llegar otra vez al mundo, porque no hay gran amistad que no comience por un largo intercambio de historias.