That love which does not build a foundation on good sense is doomed.
Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects.
In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in.
You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.
What do any of us ever truly know?
I also believe I met William Gaddis once. He did not look Italian.
Can Protagonist think of a single film that interests him as much as the three-hundredth best book he ever read?
Makeup artists are always giving me their stuff. My favorite thing is free stuff. I'll take anything.
I get bored quickly. I kind of take my hat off to bands who have been around for a long time and still do the same thing, because it's hard to keep a band together for decades. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't play the same songs night after night or just trade on my past glories, because it wouldn't interest me as a person.
Among the calamities of war may be numbered the diminution of the love of truth, by the falsehoods which interest dictates, and credulity encourages.
I did my homework and didn't go out much, and had a very highly developed kitsch fantasy life where I dreamed of being a dancing girl.