Mostly for Jenn
I collect quotations, and the shorter ones are usually my AIM away messages, but I wanted to share a couple of the longer ones. Jenn, you'll probably appreciate these the most, and you should read the book they are from. Actually, I should have thought to give it to you. When I get too many books (actually, when I admit I have too many books), I am going to start giving them away, and then you can have it. Or maybe I'll buy it for you or you'll buy it in the meantime.
“In the library, nothing makes sense. The fluorescent lights transmit conversations from passing cars on Broadway. Someone’s ordering a bucket of chicken wings on 103rd Street. The chairman of the linguistics department is fucking a graduate student named Betsy. Gandhi was a carnivore. He came of age in Samoa. He traversed a subcontinent in blue suede shoes. Maybe this is the truth.
“I buy apples and bananas in the cafeteria and eat them furtively in my room. I’d prefer a cave, a desert, a more complete solitude.”
“Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we’ll all survive?”
Cristina Garcia, Dreaming in Cuban
“In the library, nothing makes sense. The fluorescent lights transmit conversations from passing cars on Broadway. Someone’s ordering a bucket of chicken wings on 103rd Street. The chairman of the linguistics department is fucking a graduate student named Betsy. Gandhi was a carnivore. He came of age in Samoa. He traversed a subcontinent in blue suede shoes. Maybe this is the truth.
“I buy apples and bananas in the cafeteria and eat them furtively in my room. I’d prefer a cave, a desert, a more complete solitude.”
“Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we’ll all survive?”
Cristina Garcia, Dreaming in Cuban