Favorite Passages
Hey - as a side conversation to pepper this blog a bit, what are some of your favorite quotes or passages you have read lately? Anything, even a damn Tide commercial if it was written well or had something interesting to say.
Perhaps it's this move up to D.C. that makes me feel somewhat nomadic, animated, or fresh even. So I just started rereading On The Road cause I remember how it made me feel. Seems like a really good book for me right now. Anyhow, I found these awesome sentences:
"Marylou was a pretty blonde with immense ringlets of hair like a sea of golden tresses; she sat there on the edge of the couch with her hands hanging in her lap and her smoky blue country eyes fixed in a wide stare because she was in an evil gray New York pad that she's heard about back West, and waiting like a longbodied emaciated Modigliani surrealist woman in a serious room."
"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
"I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was "Wow!"
Perhaps it's this move up to D.C. that makes me feel somewhat nomadic, animated, or fresh even. So I just started rereading On The Road cause I remember how it made me feel. Seems like a really good book for me right now. Anyhow, I found these awesome sentences:
"Marylou was a pretty blonde with immense ringlets of hair like a sea of golden tresses; she sat there on the edge of the couch with her hands hanging in her lap and her smoky blue country eyes fixed in a wide stare because she was in an evil gray New York pad that she's heard about back West, and waiting like a longbodied emaciated Modigliani surrealist woman in a serious room."
"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
"I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was "Wow!"

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