Jonathan Lethem Quotes.

31. "But the day I can't shrug off a twinge of self-pity, is the day I'm washed up for keeps."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

32. "Nobody said anything while I opened the bag and took out the egg salad sandwich. It was one of those funny moments when a bit of normal human activity embarrasses everybody out of their bluster and hostility, and roles are momentarily laid aside."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

33. "I'd underestimated him. I assumed anyone who started out gut-punching you in an elevator couldn't have all that much else in his arsenal. For instance, I had no idea he could smile, let alone at such an inappropriate time."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

34. "I was playing it existential, and maybe a bit stupid, but it was the only way I knew how to play it."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

35. "The dentist swiveled on his heels and disappeared, leaving me there to massage my jaw back into feeling after its brief, masochistic marriage to the top of my wooden desk."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

36. "He couldn't be more than twenty-five, but he obviously lived enough to have things to regret. He looked like he'd taken a long fall a short time ago. Pieces of the man he'd been were jumbled up with the new guy, the lost soul."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

37. "The clouds were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

38. "Sometimes it’s better not to think in questions, but I can’t seem to get out of the habit."
- Jonathan Lethem, Gun

39. "We writers aren't sculpting in DNA, or even clay or mud, but words, sentences, paragraphs, syntax, voice; materials issued by tongue or fingertips but which upon release dissolve into the atmosphere, into cloud, confection, specter. Language, as a vehicle, is a lemon, a hot rod painted with thrilling flames but crazily erratic to drive, riddled with bugs like innate self-consciousness, embedded metaphors and symbols, helpless intertextuality, and so forth. Despite being regularly driven on prosaic errands (interoffice memos, supermarket receipts, etc.), it tends to veer on its misaligned chassis into the ditch of abstraction, of dream."
- Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence: Nonfictions

40. "In the sea of words, the in print is foam, surf bubbles riding the top. And it's a dark sea, and deep, where divers need lights on their helmets and would perish at the lower depths."
- Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence: Nonfictions

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