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Nixon, at least, was blessed with a mixture of arrogance and stupidity that caused him to blow the boilers almost immediately after taking command. By bringing in hundreds of thugs, fixers, and fascists to run the government, he was able to crank almost every problem he touched into a mind-bending crisis.

But I needed the exercise - if I intended to write big fat novels in my old age like Knut Hamsun.

And as my hands drop the last desperate pen, in some cheap room, they will find me there and never know my name, my meaning, nor the treasure of my escape.

The ocean,” I said, “look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We’re like those poor fish, only we’re up here. One bad move and you’re finished. It’s nice to be a champion. It’s nice to know your moves

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

No explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren’t sure of was if we had any.

Bare fordi noen snakker, betyr ikke det at du behøver å lytte

Du puster tungt og det gjør vondt i ryggen når du løfter. Om noen år er du borte.

Folk snudde seg for å se hvem det var. De forsto ikke at det er umulig å vite hvem noen er bare ved å se på dem

Når oversikten over verden blir større, blir ikke bare smerten den forårsaker mindre, men også meningen

Et nurk er lett å skremme, for de er så bitte små, men de er enda lettere å trøste efterpå