“Küçük dertler bunlar, Sportello, sadece ego ve pişmanlık. Herkeste var bunlardan – yani ekmek parasını çıkarmaya çalışan herkeste. Ama gerekli olan bir şey var, ne söyleyeyim mi?"
"Yaaa... hayır?"
"Yine de söyleyeceğim. Gerçek şu... şu anda herkes cidden, it gibi tırsıyor."
Sayfa 242
Sorma. Aslında, sor, içimi dökmeye ihtiyacım var.
Sayfa 242
İçtiğin cigaranın bir işe yarayacağını sanırsın
Ama daha da kötü yapar her şeyi
Kendini bile kandırırsın
Sayfa 232
Mucize işindeyiz biz! İsa burnunun dibinde suyu şaraba dönüştürse, 'Bu içtiğim de ne, Dom Pérignon isterim ben,'falan diyeceksin.
Sayfa 212
Love's a lash,
Kisses gall the tongue, harrow the heart;
Caresses tease
Cankered tissue apart.
Liebchen, come
Be my Hottentot bondsman tonight,
The sjambok's kiss
Is unending delight.
Love, my little slave,
Is color-blind;
For white and black
Are only states of mind.
So at my feet
Nod and genuflect, whimper for me:
Though tears are dried
Their pain is yet to be.
Sayfa 238Kitabı okuyor
Strangely then the tumescence began to subside, the flesh at his neck to pale. Any sovereign or broken yo-yo must feel like this after a short time of lying inert, rolling, falling: suddenly to have its own umbilical string reconnected, and know the other end is in hands it cannot escape. Hands it doesn't want to escape. Know that the simple clockwork of itself has no mare need for symptoms of inutility, lonesomeness, directionlessness, because now it has a path marked out for it over which it has no control. That's what the feeling would be, if there were such things as animate yo-yos. Pending any such warp in the world Profane felt like the closest thing to one and above her eyes began to doubt his own animateness.
Profane sighed. The eyes of New York women do not see the wandering bums or the boys with no place to go. Material wealth and getting laid strolled arm-in-arm the midway of Profane's mind. If he'd been the type who evolves theories of history for his own amusement, he might have said all political events: wars, governments and uprisings, have the desire to get laid as their roots; because history unfolds according to economic forces and the only reason anybody wants to get rich is so he can get laid steadily, with whomever he chooses. All he believed at this point, on the bench behind the Library, was that anybody who worked for inanimate money so he could buy more inanimate objects was out of his head. Inanimate money was to get animate warmth, dead fingernails in the living shoulderblades, quick cries against the pillow, tangled hair, lidded eyes, twisting loins . . .
Bence bir adam için paranoyanın sınırı yoktur.
Sayfa 176
ulan ne karılar var be
"Boş ver. Şunu aklından çıkarma, siz erkekler," dedi Jade, "attığınız adıma dikkat edin, çünkü ben, geç kapitalizmin zemininde yuvarlanan Doğu'nun küçük çaplı bir incisiyim bütün gelir seviyelerinden aşağılık tipler ara sıra üzerime basabilir ama bunu yaptıklarında kayıp düşecek olan kendileridir ve şansları varsa sadece kıçlarını kırmakla kurtulurlar, bu sırada bizim inci yuvarlana yuvarlana gitmeye devam eder."
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