Judging by your face, the what-the-fuck nodes in your cerebral cortex must be a real light show.
I’m finding that the older I get, it’s not that I learn new things, it’s more like I find out how much of what I know is common knowledge.
How much I’d always envied the tight life of voles. The hidey hole was happiness.
We are going to eat ice cream and we are going to eat shit. The trick is to use different spoons.
They weren’t like dolls, because dolls had no feelings. Kids had feelings, just not any remotely related to yours.
You pay a whore to make you feel like a man, you fund a philharmonic to make yourself feel like a refined man.
I felt as though I were snorting cocaine, or rappelling down a cliffside, or cliffsurfing off a cliff of pure cocaine.
She liked reality shows the best, and then the shows that purported to be about reality.
They sought each other, missed each other, at cocktail parties, in train terminals, at flower shops, their fin de siecle Nokias gaining symbolic power with each scene.
Why do you think posers pose? Because they want to be invited to the dominion of the real. And they know their very desire for it disqualifies them.
It’s hard to fuck your girlfriend when she’s fucked up and you’re not. It’s harder than the skee-ball they used to have at the Plaza arcade, all that agony over a fuzzy piece.
You think everyone will stay behind and do everything you did all over again, forever. You picture old geezers in jean jackets doing whip-its behind the plaza.
Is this what Principal Fontana meant by the phrase ‘well-rounded’?It’s fucking spherical, Catamounts.