He and Hal exchanged the very slight sorts of nods people use when they like each other past all need for politeness.
David Foster Wallace “Infinite Jest”
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He and Hal exchanged the very slight sorts of nods people use when they like each other past all need for politeness.
David Foster Wallace “Infinite Jest”
“I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.”
— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via wordsnquotes)
The poems of Dylan Thomas - Dylan Thomas
The empty expanse they both faced off the shelf sucked all resonance, causing every sound to sound self-enclosed and every utterance to seem flatly soft and somehow overintimate, almost post-coital. He sounds of things said beneath blankets, winter beating at the log walls.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
Marathe was able to refresh himself without quite sleeping. It was not a state of fugue or neural relaxation, but a type of detachment. (...) Part of Marathe floated off and hovered somewhere just above him, crossing its legs, nibbling at his consciousness as does a spectator at popcorn.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
“I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears, I love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.” — Nick Cave, from a letter to PJ Harvey
Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
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“I have never lied to you. And as soon as I am capable of understanding my own soul, I will tell you everything.”
— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “Fate,”
(...)junior athletics is but one facet of the real gem: life's endless war against the self you cannot live without.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
Like most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he knows about the objects and pursuits themselves.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
So listen — one way to lower the flag to half-mast is to just lower the flag. There's another way though. You can also just raise the pole.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
He thought very broadly of desires and ideas being watched but not acted upon, he thought of impulses being starved of expression and drying out and floating dryly away
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
It occurred to him that he would disappear into a hole in a girder inside him that supported something else inside him.
Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace
I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
…You who do so wonderfully all that you do and whose splendid reasons, not bounded for me in unreason, dazzle and fall inexorably as thunderbolts. You, the most vital of beings, who seem to have been put in my path only so I may feel in all its rigor the strength of what is not felt in you. You who know evil only by hearsay. You, indeed, ideally beautiful. You whom everything identifies with daybreak and whom, for this very reason, I may not see again…
André Breton, from “Nadja,” (via violentwavesofemotion)