“I hoover the car, I put up all your certificates and I don’t make you feel guilty for not having sex with me. I AM NOT A BAD GUY, I just have a bad personality. It’s not my fault. Some people are just born with fucked personalities. Look at Jake. He is so creepy. It’s not his fault. Why the bassoon?! You wanna know what the bassoon is?! It’s a CRY FOR HELP.”
Sayfa 412
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sayfa 40
“If he silently decides not to say something when they’re talking, Marianne will ask ‘what?’ within one or two seconds. This ‘what?’ question seems to him to contain so much: not just the forensic attentiveness to his silences that allows her to ask in the first place, but a desire for total communication, a sense that anything unsaid is an unwelcome interruption between them.”
Sayfa 22
Okur Takip Önerileri
“O gece Wang, sessizlik bir duvar, kelimelerse duvarın çıplaklığını örtmek için seçilen renklermişçesine konuşuyordu.”
Sayfa 12
