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  • God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about.

     - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via harbor1414)
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  • Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.

     - David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (via likeafieldmouse)
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  • Ghosts talking to us all the time — but we think their voices are our own thoughts.

     - David Foster Wallace (via rlyrlyugly)
    8 months ago   •   1,169 notes   •   VIA: npr   •   SOURCE: theparisreview
  • theparisreview:

    My mother works so hard
    And for bread she needs some lard.
    She bakes the bread. And makes the bed.
    And when she’s threw
    She feels she’s dayd.

    Two poems David Foster Wallace wrote during elementary school.

    Since each Combatant’s team knows only their own Situation-profile and total available megatonnage— and since even out in the four court theater the stockpiled warheads are hidden from view inside identical white plastic cast-off industrial-solvent buckets all academics and serious players use for drill balls— there can be a lot of poker-facing about response-resolve, willingness to go SACPOP, nonnegotiable interests, EM-pulse immunity, distribution of strategic forces, and commitment to geopolitical ideals. You should have seen Michael Pemulis just about eat the whole world alive during pre-Eshcaton summits, back when he played. His teams won most games before the first lob landed.


    Infinite Jest, pg. 325

    David Foster Wallace

    11 months ago   •   2 notes
  • Hal looks up at Pemulis and makes his own hand into a claw and makes clawing motions at the phone. Pemulis is compulsively going around zipping and unzipping everything in the room with a zipper, a habit of his Hal loathes.


    Infinite Jest (pg. 1017) 

    David Foster Wallace

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  • It had something to do with paying attention and the ability to choose what I paid attention to, and to be aware of that choice, the fact that it’s a choice … I think that deep down I knew that there was more to my life and to myself than just the ordinary psychological impulses for pleasure and vanity that I let drive me. That there were depths to me that were not bullshit or childish but profound, and were not abstract but actually much realer than my clothes or self-image, and that blazed in an almost sacred way—I’m being serious; I’m not just trying to make it sound more dramatic than it was—and that these realest, most profound parts of me involved not drives or appetites but simple attention, awareness.

     - The Pale King, David Foster Wallace (via valerie2776)
    1 year ago   •   4,489 notes   •   VIA: mirchive   •   SOURCE: larmoyante
  • Every love story is a ghost story.

     - David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via larmoyante)
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  • It’s so weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.

     - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via kateoplis)
    1 year ago   •   1 note
  • 'I want to tell you,' the voice on the phone said. 'My head is filled with things to say.'
    Hal held three pairs of E.T.A. sweatpants in the hand that didn’t hold the phone. He saw his older brother succumb to gravity and fall back limp against the pillows. Mario often sat up and fell back still asleep.
    ‘I don’t mind,’ Hal said softly. ‘I could wait forever.’
    ‘That’s what you think,’ the voice said. The connection was cut. It had been Orin.
    ‘Hey Hal?’
    The light in the room was a creepy gray, a kind of nonlight. Hal could hear Brandt laughing at something Kenkle had said, off down the hall, and the clank of their janitorial buckets. The person on the phone had been O.


    Infinite Jest (pg. 32)

    David Foster Wallace