"If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough."
"Oh, it’s great! Especially for like, a couch with one short leg."
A Costco customer sharing his thoughts on Sarah Palin’s new book, “Going Rogue.”
"I felt despair. The word “despair” is overused and banalized now, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. It’s close to what people call dread or angst, but it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable sadness of knowing I’m small and weak and selfish and going, without doubt, to die. It’s wanting to jump overboard."
"So I make one phone call, and just like that, we’re eating pizza at 6:30. What is this world? You tap seven abstract figures onto a piece of plastic thin as a billfold, hold that plastic device to your head, use your lungs and vocal cords to indicate more abstractions, and in thirty minutes, a guy pulls up in a 2,000-pound machine made on an island on the other side of the world, fueled by viscous liquid made from the rotting corpses of dead organisms pulled from the desert on yet another side of the world and you give this man a few sheets of green paper representing the abstract wealth of your home nation, and he gives you a perfectly reasonable facsimile of one of the staples of the diet of a people from yet another nation."
“The Financial Lives of the Poets,” Jess Walter
originally (via maryclare) but it was so ugly i had to re-do it.
"Begin again with nothing, or almost nothing, and still one must begin."
“A Man Walks Into a Room,” Nicole Krauss