Tanbureru

But these words, "transgender" and "transitioned" are hard for me because they both have lost their complexity in their assimilation into the mainstream. There is a lack of nuance of time and space. To be transgender is something largely understood as existing within the dogmatic terminus of male or female. And to "transition" imparts a sense of immediacy, a before and after from one terminus to another. But the reality, my reality is that I've been transitioning and will continue to transition all of my life, through the infinite that exists between male and female as it does in the infinite between the binary of zero and one. We need to elevate the dialogue beyond the simplicity of binary. Binary is a false idol.

A great problem of the internet is how to filter information, how to discard what is not relevant or what is silly and to keep only the important information. But you cannot imagine what kind of revolt there was in the Italian newspapers about my saying this.

Well, here’s the deal: being a woman or person of color in a space dominated by white men is like wearing a Klingon cloaking shield: as long as you don’t need to open fire, no one is going to notice whether you’re there or not.

Most great prose writers make the real world seem realer — it’s why we read great prose writers. But Wallace does something weirder, something more astounding: Even when you’re not reading him, he trains you to study the real world through the lens of his prose.

As a person who works in a culture that gleefully encourages snark and bitchiness and in which expressing admiration in a non-ironic way is often seen as a sign of weakness, it’s nice to be reminded how refreshing it is to simply love something because it makes you feel alive.

But now everyone wants to go out and look cute and sip on their cocktails and take selfies. It's like, 'Get out!' Let's dance and have sex and take drugs and not tell anyone about it the next day! Because that's what you're supposed to do.

Sono io. Non sono mai andato nella Legione straniera e quindi parlo delle cose che hanno fatto parte del mio passato, di libri sempre. Di gente che vive in un certo ambiente culturale. Non saprei raccontare la storia di un operaio o l’autobiografia di una prostituta, come ha fatto De Foe. Non sarei capace. Madame Bovary ce n’est pas moi.

How willing we are to reject the intelligence of someone who rejects us.