Quotes from Wherever the Fuck

This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

And the uncles, the aunts, the cousins, the nieces, the nephews, that lived in those walls, the gibbering pack of tree-apes that said nothing, nothing, nothing and said it loud, loud, loud.

I’m seventeen and I’m crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.

Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.

What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.

It's the clichés that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise then should I call it love?

Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?

If you're doing an experiment, you should report everything that you think might make it invalid—not only what you think is right about it: other causes that could possibly explain your results

The problem is that causal thinking is not infallible. We make connections whether they are there or not.

Our critical faculties break down under the onslaught of promises and hopes offered to assuage life’s great anxieties.

To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in any place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and the when in which you vanished.

This is the stuff we're made of, half indifference and half malice.

Blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

To fix the mind obsessively on anything is considered sickness.

As long as adversaries still have ambitions, they will hardly collapse.