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“I don't want to inhabit the human world under false pretenses.”
“Timmy, who made a daring escape, also made a mistake of paying the taxi driver with a check made out of toilet paper.”
“So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.”
“Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination. ”
“All writers--all beings--are exiles as a matter of course. The certainty about living is that it is a succession of expulsions of whatever carries the life force...All writers are exiles wherever t...”
“...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's own, where the decision must be as individual and solitary as birth or death.”
“I had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which he used for a door, and it led out between trichotomy and trick. Now what do you think of that?...”
“...we could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were the poet's guest, his world was his own kingdom, reached, as one of the poe...”
“I know there is a moment when sound slips down the torn lining of itself into silence, is carried unheard and secret in its own pocket. But the crimson birds could find no such escape, no means of ...”
“People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstaclethe used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure ...”
“It is my trade," he said. "I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans, mostly from thirst. They shrivel and die, they go blind in their one black eye, and I put them...”
“And at times I murmured the token phrase to the doctor, When can I go home? knowing that home was the place where I least desired to be. There they would watch me for signs of abnormality, like fer...”
“I will put warm woolen socks on the feet of the people in the other world; but I dream and cannot wake, and I am cast over the cliff and hang there by two fingers that are danced and trampled on by...”
“They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzingoh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flies...”
“And at times I murmured the token phrase to the doctor, ‘When can I go home?’ knowing that home was the place where I least desired to be. There they would watch me for signs of abnormality, like f...”
“They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flie...”
