Over You Quotes (page 61)
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In the deeps are the violence and terror of which psychology has warned us. But if you ride these monsters deeper down, if you drop with them farther over the world's rim, you find what our sciences cannot locate or name, the substrate, the ocean or matrix or ether which buoys the rest, which gives goodness its power for good, and evil its power for evil, the unified field: our complex and inexplicable caring for each other, and for our life together here. This is given. It is not learned.
Annie Dillard
I’m wondering, if there was something you wanted, had wanted for some time, what would you do about it?”
“If I’ve wanted it, why don’t I have it?”
“Because you haven’t made any real effort to get it as yet.”
“And why haven’t I?” He arched his sandy brows. “Am I slow or just stupid?”
Brenna thought it over, decided he couldn’t know he’d just insulted his firstborn.
Nora Roberts
It's stores, it's the whole thing, all that shit everywhere, 'scuse me, that merchandise, all those goods, and ads screaming at you from all over the place, buy buy buy buy buy, and when somebody comes up to me with big hair and gobs of makeup on and says, `Can I help you?`, it's all I can do not to scream, `Bitch, you can't even help yourself.
Michael Cunningham
Lie there panning, looking, all ribs and elbows and dilated eyes. The awake floor is littered with gear and dirty clothes, blond hardwood with sealed seams, two throw-rugs, the bare waxed wood shiny in the windows' snowlight, the floor neutral, faceless, you cannot see any face in the floor, awake, lying there, faceless, blank, dilated, playing beam over floor again and again, not sure all night forever unsure you're not missing something that's right there: you lie there, awake and almost...
David Foster Wallace
Story ideas had never been a problem for him, there'd always been more ideas than time to write them, he'd reject one perfectly good notion because he fell more simpatico toward a different one. But of course he could never go back to any of those ancient story stubs, they wouldn't still have juice in them. For him, creating a novel was like gardening; you choose your seed, you treat it exactly the way the package says, and gradually a thing of beauty - or of sturdiness, or of nutrition -...
Donald E. Westlake
... Up telephone poles, Which rear, half out of leavage. As though they would shriek. Like things smothered by their own. Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts. In Georgia, the legend says. That you must close your windows. At night to keep it out of the house. The glass is tinged with green, even so, As the tendrils crawl over the fields. The night the Kudzu has. Your pasture, you sleep like the dead. Silence has grown oriental. And you cannot step upon the ground... ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey
James Dickey