Bryce Lamora > Bryce's Quotes

“But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it’s near. Midtongue.”
― Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

“This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“И аз чувствам, че има нещо много сериозно, много важно, което трябва да ти кажа, мой несъществуващи читателю, и чувствам, че трябва да го кажа така настоятелно, както ако стоях в стаята пред теб. Че животът – какъвто и други качества да има – е кратък. Че съдбата е жестока, но може би не е произволна. Че Природата (с което искам да кажа Смъртта) винаги побеждава, но това не означава, че трябва да се преклоним, да коленичим пред нея. Че дори ако невинаги сме щастливи, че сме тук, нашата задача е да се потопим в живота така или иначе; да газим право напред, напряко през тази помийна яма, с отворени очи и открити сърца. И когато умираме, когато се издигаме над материалното и когато потъваме отново, позорно, в материалното, за нас е гордост и привилегия да обичаме онова, което смъртта не може да докосне. Защото, макар че забвението и злополучията са преследвали тази картина през вековете – по същия начин я е преследвала и любовта. И доколкото тя е безсмъртна (а тя е безсмъртна), аз имам един мъничък, светъл, непроменим дял в това безсмъртие. И аз добавям своята любов към историята на хората, които са обичали красивите неща, които са ги търсили, които са ги спасявали от огъня, издирвали са ги, когато са изчезнели, опитвали са се да ги съхранят и да ги спасят, предавайки ги буквално от ръка на ръка и, сияйната им песен се издига над разрухата на времето и достига до нови и нови поколения любители на красотата.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting oan a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mooth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye've produced. Choose life.”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting

“Who said anything about slicing you up? ... I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Sooner or later, everything turns into television.”
― J.G. Ballard

“She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?”
― Douglas Coupland, All Families are Psychotic

“What's all this about sin, eh?'
'That,' I said, very sick. 'Using Ludwig van like that. He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.' And then I was really sick and they had to bring a bowl that was in the shape of like a kidney.
'Music,' said Dr. Brodsky, like musing. 'So you're keen on music. I know nothing about it myself. It's a useful emotional heightener, that's all I know. Well, well. What do you think about that, eh, Branom?'
'It can't be helped,' said Dr. Branom. 'Each man kills the thing he loves...”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground.”
― Denis Johnson

“You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time―
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one grey toe
Big as a Frisco seal”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“The girl was holding out her hand, but I could only give a pathetic shrug. I had nothing to give her. I'd finally faded away.”
― Scott Heim, We Disappear

“Just before I fell asleep, I had a moment of panic ...”
― Ryu Murakami, In the Miso Soup

“Des heard the dogs. They weren't barking, he realized, not exactly. They were swearing. And the rooftop rottweilers, faintly and almost plaintively, at this distance, were swearing back:
'FUCKOFF!' yelled Joe, or Jeff. It was almost a monosyllable.
'FUCKOFF!' 'FUCK! FUCK!' 'FUCKOFF!' 'FUCKOFF!' yelled Jeff, or Joe. 'FUCKOFF!' 'FUCK! FUCK!' 'FUCKOFF!”
― Martin Amis, Lionel Asbo: State of England

“Then we slooshied.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable”
― Martin Amis, Other People

“I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I wondered what it was to pray, because it was something I have never learned to do, and all I remember is falling.”
― Douglas Coupland, Microserfs

“But if you tell folks you're a college student, folks are so impressed. You can be a student in anything and not have to know anything. Just say toxicology or marine biokinesis, and the person you're talking to will change the subject to himself. If this doesn't work, mention the neural synapses of embryonic pigeons.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“Sometimes when I saw him at a distance – fists in pockets, whistling, bobbing along with his springy old walk – I would have a strong pang of affection mixed with regret. I forgave him, a hundred times over, and never on the basis of anything more than this: a look, a gesture, a certain tilt of his head.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no true, faithful, eternal love in this world! May the liar's vile tongue be cut out! Follow me, my reader, and me alone, and I will show you such a love!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“ethicalities aside,”
― Jim Thompson, The Alcoholics

“Tell me the manner in which a patient commits suicide and I'll tell you how he can be cured”
― Luke Rhinehart, The Dice Man

“In a one-party system there is always a landslide.”
― Philip K. Dick, Radio Free Albemuth

“One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The remaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.”
― Aldous Huxley, Island

“No emergency was ever dealt with effectively by democratic process.”
― Ian McEwan, Enduring Love

“Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing: Releasing the Creative Genius Within You

“Allow me to tell you, Mr Taylor," said I, but quietly as the occasion demanded, "that one gentleman does not rejoice at the misfortune of another in public".”
― William Golding