How about this: What’s black and white and red all over? I cant begin to think. Trotsky in a tuxedo. Great. Okay. How about this one. A farmer finds two boll weevils in his cotton patch. You told me. I never. He chose the lesser of two weevils.
You couldnt have understood what they were talking about. What I understood was that I had to learn what it was that they were talking about.
He sipped his coffee. The face that lapped and shifted in the dark liquid in the cup seemed an omen of things to come.
Why are you by yourself? I’m not by myself. I’m schizophrenic.
Her eyes above the shoulder of her partner swept across him where he stood.
You always did think the worst. And was seldom disappointed.
He waited for many years to hear from God what it was that was expected of him. What he was to do with this life. But God never said.
Concentrated populations of the deranged assume certain powers. It has an unsettling effect. You spend some time in a nuthouse and you’ll see.
I’m goin to tell you right now, cousin. This is a heathenish bunch.
Oh, ever once in a while I’ll catch myself slippin into manual override. But I catch myself. I catch myself.
You know my sister married a boy from Winston-Salem. And I thought to myself: I really need to get out of this town.
The wolf is made he way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.
Supposedly if you could think of nothing good to say about a dullard you would say that he was a good Christian. Diabolical on the other hand is all but synonymous with ingenious. What Satan had for sale in the garden was knowledge.
Under the hooves of the horses the alabaster sand shaped itself in whorls strangely symmetric like iron filings in a field and these shapes flared and drew back again, resonating upon that harmonic ground and then turning to swirl away over the playa. As if the very sediment of things contained yet some residue of sentience. As if in the transit of those riders were a thing so profoundly terrible as to register even to the uttermost granulation of reality.
If you sincerely want to hear all about what is wrong with you and what you ought to do to rectify it all you need to do is let them inlaws on the place. You’ll get a complete rundown on the subject and I guarantee it. She.
Everything is painful to me. I think. Maybe I’m just a painful person.
When her aunt Helen came to visit she asked the girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said dead.
You said that the Manhattan Project was a major historical event. Is it possible to see it with any sort of perspective? We’ve been a long time without a nuclear war. Yes. Well, it’s probably like any bankruptcy. The longer you’re able to put it off the worse it’s going to be.
Nothing’s forever. It wasnt the sort of news that a cat likes to hear.
They did not smell like horses. They smelled like what they were, wild animals. He held the horse’s face against his chest and he could feel along his inner thighs the blood pumping through the arteries and he could smell the fear and he cupped his hand over the horse’s eyes and stroked them and he did not stop talking to the horse at all, speaking in a low steady voice and telling it all that he intended to do and cupping the animal’s eyes and stroking the terror out.