When I was in college, David Foster Wallace gave a reading. As a joke I asked him to fill out a dining hall comment card. I also asked what, if anything, he thought of skateboarding, thinking that this distinguished author might have something profound to say. “The little fuckers run into me in front of the library,” he said.
I love sarcastic people with high vocabularies
You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be the sun for you.
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
Almost painfully he took his eyes from her.
As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand.