SLAUGHTERHOUSE 90210

• 2013-05-22

  

  “This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can’t escape. Life was easier then. You just didn’t pick up the phone.”
  ― Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts

• 2013-05-21

  

  “Stopping was death. Stopping meant you’d given up and turned the keys of the world over to other people. The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.”
  

  —Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings

• 2013-05-20

  

  “She had a peculiar way with young men, Ursula noticed, both maternal and flirtatious at the same time (where once she had simply been flirtatious). It was rather disturbing to watch.”
  —Kate Atkinson, Life After Life

   

• 2013-05-17

  

  What you end up remembering isn’t always the same as what you have witnessed.”
  ― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

   

• 2013-05-16

  

  “Dad’s Theory of Arrogance—that everyone always assumes they’re the Principal Character of Desire and/or Loathing in everybody else’s Broadway Play.”

  ― Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics

   

• 2013-05-15

  

  “Charm sometimes has a habit of taking its leave of you.”
  —Charles Baxter, Believers

• 2013-05-14

  

  “Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.”
  ― Julian Barnes, Levels of Life

• 2013-05-13

  

  “I can talk for a long time only when it’s about something boring.”
  ― Lydia Davis, The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis

• 2013-05-10

  

  “I suppose you could call it a retro diner, but what diner isn’t? They’re all designed to make you think fried food won’t kill you because it’s the 1950s and nobody knows any better, and besides, there’s a chance you haven’t been born yet.”
  —Sam Lipsyte, The Fun Parts

  
  

• 2013-05-09

  

  “The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that’s why you feel awful later—you’ve relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it’s not better, it’s worse—-the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.”

  — Philip Roth, American Pastoral