Vanessa Place Quotes

Myles P. doesn't resist, he sinks down and down, letting the sound of Willard's lisp close over him light as a foaming wave and he drifts gently down, without a gurgle, past the floating beds of giant kelp and the abalone-eating otters, the unschooled senoritas and egg-filled cabezon, he thinks he might touch his toes to the bottom when he gets there and wonders if it will be mud or just more cement.

'Meaning other animals, shoot, soon as the young's able to hunt or run, mother takes off and dad's eyeing the offsprung for dinner. But we can't let ours be, colic to college, we're constantly wiping their little booger'd noses, dolling out free dough and freer advice, thinking they'll powder our own asses later in the home. But a baby's just a for-instance, fact is, others never tender the way you do. Species'd peter, rent'd come due.' Willard goes to Hiro, 'The punchline, my friend, is giving without wanting's the trick once you've managed that, you've partly pierced heaven a bunghole, but it's a pure penniless instigation that you ain't got 'n ain't gonna get got, 'n ain't gonna get it, not on no roadfuckingtrip.'

'Meaning?' says Hiro

'Meaning love's all true.

Poetry is a kind of money.

I'm an appellate criminal defense attorney. I'm used to losing.

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and do you think the new brood made it okay for Job to have seen those other sons and daughters dead, their lips shrinking to an icebox smile, or was that so much conciliatory salt on the sore, for all we know God takes us seriously, He does, you know, he blesses all our little pink toes, which he thoughtfully numbered ten, but even still we suspect that in the Big Picture we're as fungible as cakes of soap or baskets of berries, our sense of purpose pointless as a beachball, it all pisses us off proper

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We haven't got that kind of time. All we have is mind and mind, that slate of neurons for which the skull serves as hat rack, or so Dr. Bowles opines. And from these banks are piers from which little ones fall into the sea, never to be seen again, while others are found in straw baskets cottoned with sea foam. So also are fashioned the nibbling fish, noses and toeses, it's all the same to them, though there is the hope that if properly incanted, they can twin in turn to feed the multitudes. Some neurons look like threads of snakes:

He smiles into the sun. He loves his wife more than life itself, why he even says, "I love you more than life itself," and does not understand this is the most frightening thing anyone can say.

but being over's no problemo, it's the getting there that's a bitch or a boor or a bother, to that small apresbellum, the birth of the universe in reverse, the door unshut after the party's over and the guests uncoupled on the floor. In Las Vegas in the '50s, there were parties on hotel-tops, parties that went on all night long, everyone swinging to the sounds of some sassy swinging-hair'd sister backed by the brassy cool combo, and the show-stopper was the morning's nuclear test, sponsored by the US Army, the white light skirled across the shar Nevada desert, blotting the sun, they called them dawn parties because they done broke the day.

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Much worse is the evil of banality.

Grief is like any dog, once in and fed, it won't go, but crawls in a corner and stays. And my sorrow is the same stray sort of crotch and ass-sniffing scout, seeking a welcoming lap and a good scratch behind the ear.

But whosh mocking who, Moan Sooie, who hung hope on me like a pre-lit fuse, I mean shit and goddamn, why supply a set of perfecktly good teeth then kick 'em, one by precious one, out of my sorry cranium?

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QUESTION: Are you suggesting that history is irrelevant, then, and the temporal span of humankind merely the recycling of tropes?
ANSWER: Well, I think it's two things. It's always two things, unless it's three. The first thing is moms and martyrs are the way we will think, just as when we dance we tend to tango. Jung suspected as much, you know, and every story could, I suppose, be seen as such a spyglass. Second, either there is or there isn't, point-blank, and if there is not, and something besides lead backs our philosophies, then previously Truth flashed its temper like a fictitious schoolgirl showing her panties, then went all cowboy cool in the neonew, barely speaking, keeping mum, despite the fact we's done forgot dear mammy, savoring the slow satisfying burn of a cigarette before the bonfire of a billion bodies, and still millions more wait their turn, we're better at keeping our appointments, at any rate, skinny corpses stripped of teeth and hair and skin, difference plucked like daisies, for there is no difference; in ether words, to hear the Great Apes tell it, every plague is one for the pointless and every poppy's got jack to do with Us. Hoohah! A particularly ballsy bit of business given the most recent nearing too close, we're singing our rondel with a bellyful of gravy and sourmash, we're at the highpocked end, and there's no more to come, come the dawn. Though bear in mind we've no pret-a-porter poodle sniffing around here, nossir, we're not afraid to s

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