January 16, 2012
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Above all, she is the girl who ‘feels’ things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young. Now, at an age when the wounds begin to heal whether one wants them to or not, Joan Baez rarely leaves the Carmel Valley.
Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
January 7, 2012
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Here is this fictional character who is now suddenly interacting in the real world. It’s so far up its own rear end,” he said, or words to that effect, “that you don’t know what to do except get high and sit in a room with a black light and a poster.
December 24, 2011
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I thought over and over again about my chances of surviving through all this. Thirty percent. I would repeat that number to myself at night. Not even a third. I would stay up at night looking up at the ceiling and think: What is thirty percent? What happens thirty percent of the time? I am thirty years old—about thirty percent of ninety. If someone gave me thirty percent odds in a game, would I take the odds?
The Emperor of All Maladies
October 23, 2011
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Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life,” he said. “If you cannot concentrate, you are not so happy. I’m not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years. I don’t get bored. I’m kind of a big kettle. It takes time to get boiled, but then I’m always hot.
May 15, 2010
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My celebrity bagel breakfast was over. I scooped up my son, said my goodbyes and left the cafe. Though I felt bad that this encounter might have bruised his feelings, I could scarcely have imparted a sturdier lesson about amorous attraction, a lesson I had learned many times — first you have a little thrill, then a little fun, then a little disappointment, and then come the brain-eating zombies.
December 9, 2009
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