(Source: ntnchamp2)
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via girlwithlandscape)
“And thus I spent a month of my young life. I did little else. And I can’t say it was always a barrel of monkeys. It was occasionally trying. It demands your full attention. It can’t be read at a crowded café, or with a child on one’s lap.”
For lonely people are usually lonely not because of hideous deformity or odor or obnoxiousness… Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
- from “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction” by David Foster Wallace (in his collection A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again)
(Source: onthebigadventure)
We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody you’ve never even met?
- David Foster Wallace (via thechocolatebrigade)
And then but so what’s the difference between tennis and suicide, life and death, the game and its own end?
- Infinite Jest, on tennis (via ziggystarbucks)
