Wednesday, November 18, 2009
"He thought it woozily, with a vaguely bewildering, vaguely tiring sense of scale--a secondhand sort of epiphany, removed from its source, smudged, moved elsewhere, experienced now without clarity or context, therefore less insight, really, than mood swing...." p. 208.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
"A world without right or wrong was a world that did not want itself, anything other than itself, or anything not those two things, but that still wanted something. A world without right or wrong invited you over, complained about you, and gave you cookies. Don't leave, it said, and gave you a vegan cookie. It avoided eye contact, but touched your knee sometimes. It was the world without right or wrong. It didn't have any meaning. It just wanted a little meaning." pp. 179-80.
Monday, November 16, 2009
"There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness--like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness; and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake (though probably the awareness itself, of nothingness, was the only mistake; some failure of optimism or illusion, to be corrected, somehow)--he could no longer get at." pp. 170-71.