Lick My Lit

"Don’t take in no strangers while I’m gone. She sighed deeply. They ain’t a soul in this world but what is a stranger to me, she said."

- Cormac McCarthy, Outer Dark

Jul 17

"Paying the bill, we stumbled out into the street and back to our apartments, where we spent the rest of the night jealously reading the manuscripts of those who actually wrote and didn’t just drink about it."

- David Rakoff, “Lush Life” from Fraud: Essays

May 15

"I find life itself provides ample and sufficient tests of my valor and mettle: illness; betrayal; fruitless searches for love; working for the abusive, the insane, and the despotic. All challenges easily as thrilling to me as scrambling over icy rock in a pair of barely adequate boots."

- David Rakoff, “In New England Everyone Calls You Dave” from Fraud: Essays

May 14

"He tried to think of something he’d like to do, something that would make him happy, anything. Even something he couldn’t really allow himself because of the kids or because he couldn’t afford to, but nothing like that came to mind. He felt as though he was stuffed full of some dense and sour material that was blocking his chest, and it wasn’t grief. It was something much more serious than grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze - not even a maze, just a room that was all walls with no door. There must be something, he persisted, something I want, even if I can’t make it happen. Anything."

- Etgar Keret, “Surprise Egg” from The Nimrod Flipout

May 14

"There are two kinds of people, those who like to sleep next to the wall, and those who like to sleep next to the people who push them off the bed."

- Etgar Keret, “Missing Kissinger” from The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God

May 7

"The feelings must be followed. It doesn’t matter whether you’re an ideologue or sensualist, you follow the stimuli thinking that they’re your signposts to the promised land. But they are nothing of the kind. What they are are rocks to navigate the past, each one you brush against, ripping you a little more open and there are always more on the horizon. But you can’t face up to that, so you force yourself to believe the bullshit of those that you instinctively know to be liars and you repeat those lies to yourself and to others, hoping that by repeating them often enough and fervently enough you’ll attain the godlike status we accord to those who tell the lies most frequently and most passionately. But you never do, and even if you could, you wouldn’t value it, you’d realize that nobody believes in heroes any more. We know that they only want to sell us something we don’t really want and keep from us what we really need."

- Irvine Welsh, Filth

Mar 4

"All I can think about is that boy’s skull, bashed in, the way his head was caved in and how it wasn’t like a head at all, just like a broken silly puppet face, about how when you destroy something, when you brutalize it, it always looks warped and disfigured and slightly unreal and unhuman and that’s what makes it easier for you to go on brutalizing it, go on fucking it and hurting it and mashing until you’ve destroyed it completely, proving that destruction is natural in the human spirit, that nature has devices to enable us to destroy, to make it easier us; a way of making righteous people who want to act do things without the fear of consequence, a way of making us less than human, as we break the laws…"

- Irvine Welsh, Filth

Mar 4

"I’m thinking about [him] all the time, about how we play these break-up/make-up games with each other, how these wee absences we taken from each other are just a tease, which only make our hearts grow fonder. I feel a need and an aching for him, I’ll have to get him back soon."

- Irvine Welsh, Filth

Mar 3

"I was in possession of a positive outlook, which is just a trick whereby you convince yourself that the desolation of your world is a phase in your personal growth. The weird thing is it works."

- Sam Lipsyte, “The Worm in Philly” from The Fun Parts

Feb 7

"I was no longer experimenting with drugs. I knew exactly what to do with them."

- Sam Lipsyte, “The Worm in Philly” from The Fun Parts

Feb 7