unearths some literary gems.
From Lawrence Block:
"Did you ever read a book called Talk? A girl wrote it, Linda, her last name was either Rosenkrantz or Guildenstern and I’ll never know which."
"Do we have any English muffins left?”
“Funny, we didn’t have any at breakfast time either. Or yesterday. It’s fucking amazing how long a lack of English muffins can continue around here."
“I’ll tell you something, most people are a pain in the ass.”
“An unqualified pain in the ass.”
“How do you qualify one?”
“You have to pass an examination."
I had thought of calling but had deliberately decided not to, and for no rational reason, but as if covering every bit of the distance under my own power was somehow necessary, would somehow prove something which somehow had to be proved.
“You know who you just sounded exactly like? Dr. Joyce Brothers.”
“That’s been my lifelong ambition. An inarticulate Dr. Joyce Brothers, that’s me.”
Healthily impulsive sex is one thing and waking an habitual late riser at four-thirty in the ayem is another thing entirely.
["Ayem" for a.m.!!]
I don’t know what I was waiting for. I waited for it a long time, whatever it was,
“I guess we’re not going to wait until Wednesday.”
“It’s always Wednesday. In the hot pants of the soul it is always three o’clock in the Wednesday.”