Queer
William S. BurroughsQueer Gönderileri
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Sayfa 124Kitabı okudu
Kilerin rafında çürüyen et parçası gibi, hayatı tecrübe edemeden yaşlanmıştı.
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Mexico City is a terminal of space-time travel, a waiting room where you grab a quick drink while you wait for your train. That is why I can stand to be in Mexico City or New York. You are not stuck there; by the fact of being there at all, you are traveling.
Sayfa 119 - PicadorKitabı okudu
There is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit.
Sayfa 114 - PicadorKitabı okudu
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact.
Sayfa 91 - PicadorKitabı okudu
He was ready to take any risk, to proceed to any extreme of action. Like a saint or a wanted criminal with nothing to lose, Lee had stepped beyond the claims of his nagging, cautious, aging, frightened flesh.
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Like many people who have nothing to do, he was resentful of any claims on his time.
Sayfa 66 - PicadorKitabı okudu
Misery spread through his body, now that he was sitting down with no motion to distract him.
Sayfa 65 - PicadorKitabı okudu
‘No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.’
Sayfa 51 - PicadorKitabı okudu
It was a wise old queen — Bobo, we called her — who taught me that I had a duty to live and to bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love.
Sayfa 51 - PicadorKitabı okudu
In the dark theater Lee could feel his body pull towards Allerton, an amoeboid protoplasmic projection, straining with a blind worm hunger to enter the other’s body, to breathe with his lungs, see with his eyes, learn the feel of his viscera and genitals. Allerton shied in his seat. Lee felt a sharp twinge, a strain or dislocation of the spirit.
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An imaginary hand projected with such force it seemed Allerton must feel the touch of ectoplasmic fingers caressing his ear, phantom thumbs smoothing his eyebrows, pushing the hair back from his face. Now Lee’s hands were running down over the ribs, the stomach. Lee felt the aching pain of desire in his lungs.
Sayfa 39 - PicadorKitabı okudu
There was neither past nor future in Lola’s. The place was a waiting room, where certain people checked in at certain times.
Sayfa 35 - PicadorKitabı okudu
The slow drip of Moor’s hate had etched the lines of decay in his face. He had aged without experience of life, like a piece of meat rotting on a pantry shelf.
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I am forced to the appalling conclusion that I would never have become a writer but for Joan's death, and to a realization of the extent to which this event has motivated and formulated my writing. I live with the constant threat of possession, and a constant need to escape from possession, from Control. So the death of Joan brought me in contact with the invader, the Ugly Spirit, and maneuvered me into a lifelong struggle, in which I have had no choice except to write my way out.
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