904 Quotes by David Foster Wallace

She is silk in a bed of mail-order satin. Complete and seamless, an egg of sexual muscle. My motions atop her are dislocated, frantic, my lone interstice a trans-cultural spice of encouragement I smell with my spine. As, inside it, I go, I cry out to a god whose absence I have never felt to keenly.

I balked at trying antidepressants, I just couldn’t see myself taking pills to try to be less of a fraud.

That’s why people use terms like flow or effortless to describe writing that they regard as really superb. They’re not saying effortless in terms of it didn’t seem like the writer spent any work. It simply requires no effort to read it – the same way listening to an incredible storyteller talk out loud requires no effort to pay attention. Whereas when you’re bored, you’re conscious of how much effort is required to pay attention.

What’s unendurable is what his own head could make of it all. What his head could report to him, looking over and ahead and reporting.

The sky is low and gray and loose and seems to hang. There’s something baggy about the sky.

It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most 'familiarity' is meditated and delusive.

This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside.

TV's 'real' agenda is to be 'liked,' because if you like what you're seeing, you'll stay tuned. TV is completely unabashed about this; it's its sole raison.

The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still 'are' human beings, now. Or can be.