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“Los Angeles is a constellation of plastic.”
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“One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life.”
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“You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulas exist, no reality, no good and evil, no time, no yesterday, no tomorrow, nothing but an eternal, shallow, mathematical present.”
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“Once you learn to discern the voice of Mother Culture humming in the background, telling her story over and over again to the people of your culture, you’ll never stop being conscious of it. Wherever you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be tempted to say to the people around you, “how can you listen to this stuff and not recognize it for what it is?”
Source : Daniel Quinn (2009). “Ishmael: A Novel”, p.37, Bantam
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“And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.”
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“There is so little difference between husbands you might as well keep the first.”
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“You try to pick good stories, and that's pretty much all the control you have as an actor.”
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“Officially in America we now have a totally arbitrary and limitless government. That is, we have a ‘total government.’ In short, we’ve got totalitarian government.”
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“I had seen that look before, on the faces of tourists visiting the Texas Book Depository in Dallas where Lee Harvey Oswald took the shots at JFK. I took that tour and met some conspiracy buffs, all of us standing at the gunman’s window and looking down to the spot where the motorcade passed. It’s right there below the window, an easy shot at a slow-moving car. No mystery, just a kid and a rifle and a tragedy. They came looking for dark and terrible revelations and instead found out something even more dark and terrible: that their lives were trite and boring.”
Source : David Wong (2009). “John Dies at the End”, p.422, Macmillan
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“Sometimes, if I had until the next day to turn the story in, I'd head home, finding that the knot in the narrative came loose with the rhythmic clacking of the subway train.”
