Bryce Cusatis > Bryce's Quotes

“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

“I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

“Nothing is real until you put it in the VCR.”
― J. G. Ballard

“On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

“The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.”
― R.D. Ronald

“This is a bit like being accused of shagging the sister ah don’t have.”
― Irvine Welsh, Ecstasy

“By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted

“We are all special cases.”
― Albert Camus

“Then I wanted to sick up the gluey pie I'd had before the start of the evening, But I couldn't stand the sort of veshch, sicking all over the floor, so I held it back.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Then suddenly it was gray and windy and cold and rainy and then the sleet and snow came and even if you could find the sun it seemed to have lost its warmth. From time to time Marion fiddled with a sketch pad, but her hand seemed to be moving the pencil while the rest of her was completely detached from the action. Occasionally they would attempt to resurrect their enthusiasm for the coffee house, and their other plans, but for the, most part they spent their time shooting dope and watching television or listening to music occasionally.”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“I speak and speak,” Marco says, “but the listener retains only the words he is expecting. The description of the world to which you lend a benevolent ear is one thing; the description that will go the rounds of the groups of stevedores and gondoliers on the street outside my house the day of my return is another; and yet another, that which I might dictate late in life, if I were taken prisoner by Genoese pirates and put in irons in the same cell with a writer of adventure stories. It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“Najgori mogući scenario uvek se oblikuje iza zavese, gde niko ne može da ga otkrije niti da ga primeti, i onda jednog dana, bum, to postaje tvoja stvarnost. A kada jednom postane stvarnost, prekasno je da se bilo šta uradi.”
― Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup

“—¿Por qué miran con tanto desdén? —preguntó Chloé—. Al fin y al cabo, trabajar no es para tanto.

—Se les ha inculcado la idea de que trabajar es algo bueno —dijo Colin—. En general, se considera así. Pero, de hecho, no hay nadie que lo piense. Se hace por costumbre y para no pensar en ello precisamente.”
― Boris Vian, L'écume des jours

“You think you know everything. But you don't. Life and people are right in front of you and you act superior and make jokes but it's just a cover for the fact that you're scared.”
― Marisha Pessl, Night Film

“I'm only saying I want you to be happy. I hate your being unhappy. I don't mind anything you do that makes you happy."
You just want an excuse. If I sleep with anybody else, you feel you can do the same - any time."
That's neither here nor there. I want you to be happy, that's all."
You'd make my bed for me?"
Perhaps.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“One looks forward to the day when the General Theory of Relativity and the Principia will outsell the Kama Sutra in back-street bookshops.”
― James Graham Ballard

“Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?” she asks softly, then sips her wine.

“Maybe because I’m hostile,” I spit out. “Maybe because you sense this.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.”
― Albert Camus

“Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers, if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

“For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

“Oğlum, oğlum. Oğlum olunca, yeterince büyüyünce ona bütün bunları açıklayacaktım. Ama sonra anlamayacağını veya hiç anlamak istemeyeceğini ve yapmış olduğum şeyleri yapacağını, evet hatta miyavlayan tekirlerle ve sarmanlarla çevrili zavallı bir moruk sazanı öldüreceğini ve ona cidden engel olamayacağımı anladım. O da kendi oğluna engel olamayacaktı kardeşlerim. Dünyanın sonuna kadar filan da böyle gidecekti, durmadan durmadan durmadan, kocaman dev gibi bir herif filan gibi, belki dev ellerinde leş kokulu pis bir portakalı döndürüp döndürüp duran bizim Tanrı'nın kendisi gibi (Korova Sütbarı sağ olsun.)”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
― Charles Bukowski

“As you grow older, it becomes harder to feel 100 percent happy; you learn all the things that can go wrong, you become superstitious about tempting fate, about bringing disaster upon your life by accidentally feeling too good one day.”
― Douglas Coupland

“Depression is a very narcissistic thing, it's a self involvement that is so deep and intense that it means the sufferer cannot get out of her own head long enough to see what real good, what genuine loveliness, there is in the world around her.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“When I started writing
I was a sick teenaged
fuck inside who partly
thought I was the new
Marquis de Sade, a body
doomed to communicate
with Satan who was us-
ing my sickness as his
home away from home,
and there’s your proof.”
― Dennis Cooper

“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.”
― Anais Nin

“I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.”
― Georges Bataille, The Unfinished System of Nonknowledge

“You have to distinguish between two things – the Swedish economy and the Swedish stock market. The Swedish economy is the sum of all the goods and services that are produced in this country every day. There are telephones from Ericsson, cars from Volvo, chickens from Scan, and shipments from Kiruna to Skövde. That’s the Swedish economy, and it’s just as strong or weak today as it was a week ago.” He paused for effect and took a sip of water. “The Stock Exchange is something very different. There is no economy and no production of goods and services. There are only fantasies in which people from one hour to the next decide that this or that company is worth so many billions, more or less. It doesn’t have a thing to do with reality or with the Swedish economy.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

“Or else the cloud hovered, having barely left the lips, dense and slow, and suggested another vision: the exhalations that hang over the roofs of the metropolises, the opaque smoke that is not scattered, the hood of miasmata that weighs over the bituminous streets. Not the labile mists of memory nor the dry transparence, but the charring of burned lives that forms a scab on the city, the sponge swollen with vital matter that no longer flows, the jam of past, present, future that blocks existences calcified in the illusion of movement: this is what you would find at the end of your journey.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities