I worked very hard to become an imitation human being. And of course I succeeded.
The Man Who Fell to Earth by Walter Tevis, 1963
“Yeah it’s a political satire. Gonna call it Manor Farm: Friendship is Magic.” –George Orwell in conversation, 1943
“All right, brain. You don’t like me and I don’t like you. But let’s just do this, and then I can get back to killing you with beer. ” –William Faulkner drafting Intruder in the Dust, 1945
“I broke into Shakespeare’s tomb and stole his remains, grinded the bones, smoked it, then got in the game.” –Jane Austen, diary entry ca. 1799
“I was going to take this class called Cooking for One, but the teacher killed himself.” –Franz Kafka
“Loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix.” –original opening line of “The Third Thing That Killed My Father Off” by Raymond Carver, 1979
“If there’s magical talismans or a magic sword or wizards or fucking crazy not-real animals, all these basic things that break the laws of reality: that shit’s all fantasy. I’m into hard sci-fi. Fantasy is bullshit.” –Ray Bradbury to Rod Serling, 1962
“Well, everyone knows Scar died at Pride Rock. What this erotic fanfiction presupposes is… maybe he didn’t?” –Anne Rice, 1998
“I moved here from Canada and they think I’m slow, eh?” –Margaret Atwood accepting the Los Angeles Times Fiction Award, 1986
“Fuck Wharton, fuck Hemingway, fuck Scribner’s as a staff, publisher, and as a motherfucking crew.” –Scott Fitzgerald, unreleased freestyle ca. 1929
“Some days, even my lucky rocketship underpants don’t help.” –J.D. Salinger, last interview, 1980
"In this box are all the words I know," he said. "Most of them you will never need, some you will use constantly, but with them you may ask all the questions which have never been answered and answer all the questions which have never been asked. All the great books of the past and all the ones yet to come are made with these words. With them there is no obstacle you cannot overcome. All you must learn to do is use them well and in the right places."
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
I have this fantasy where I’m in the Marty McFly role and Anais Nin is Doc Brown. At the big dance, I freak out on the solo from “Live Forever.” My mother is Jean Genet.
Not that I’ve given it much thought.
The sun is a star. It seemed a revelation, a fresh way to think about being who we are, the purest way and only finally unfolding, a kind of mystical shiver, an awakening.
Falling Man by Don DeLillo, 2007
"Do you know what it is, Bertie, to feel the humility of a worm? She is so far above me."
Nothing irrevocable had yet been spoken, but there was only the barest margin of safety left them; each of them moving delicately along the outskirts of an open question, and, once spoken, such a question—as “Do you love me?”—could never be answered or forgotten. They walked slowly, meditating, wondering, and the path sloped down from their feet and they followed, walking side by side in the most extreme intimacy of expectation; their feinting and hesitation done with, they could only await passively for resolution.
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, 1959