"Do you ever have that experience where your thoughts are like these totally separate, totally self-sustaining phone booths in this like vast, uninhabited shopping mall in your head?"

"It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately — the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging-into." 

"They were the age of staring down into the barrel not of Is anything true but of Am I true, of What am I, of What is this thing, and it made them strange." 

-DFW, IJ

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