“Also, I've spent an entire week without reading any books or talking about them too loudly. I'm learning to work my apparat's screen, the colourful pulsating mosaic of it, the fact that it knows every last stinking detail about the world, whereas my books only know the minds of their authors.” KnowsWorldMindBookFactsLastsReadingTalkingWeekDetailsScreensMosaicsColourful Author:Gary Shteyngart
“I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth.” FeelsFirstsBodyLastsHouseForceBlackRoomsHalfFeetDyingLove YouYouthReadyTasteFilledYour BodyTraditionalSmokeOddFiftySquaresDucksAwkwardBedroomTeenageNaiveHoodUpstairsCapesChimneysSmallnessSquatFirsts And LastsCape CodRipeness Author:Gary Shteyngart
“I read real books. On paper. You know, those printed books? I feel like this is the last thing I do to support my industry. I think they smell great, too.” ThinkingKnowsFeelsBookRealLastsSupportIndustryPaperSmellPrintedReal BooksPrinted Books Author:Gary Shteyngart
“We know summer is the height of of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly, so we know that we're only given eighty summers or so per lifetime, and each one has to be better then the last, has to encompass a trip to that arts center up at Bard, a seemingly mellow game of badminton over at some yahoo's Vermont cottage, and a cool, wet, slightly dangerous kayak trip down an unforgiving river. Otherwise, how would you know that you have lived your summertime best? What is you missed out on some morsel of shaded nirvana?” KnowsBelieveArtLastsGamesGivenAliveDangerousSummerRiversLifetimeDon't BelieveHeightBelieve In GodAfterlifeWetEightyCottagesSummertimeMellowUnforgivingVermontBardsBadminton Author:Gary Shteyngart
“In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.” IfsLooksLastsRememberBeliefWaitingRoomsMinutesNeededMy FriendsSilentBagsPlasticLook At MePointlessRemember MeWaiting RoomsPlastic BagsLife Ending Book:Super Sad True Love Story Source: Super Sad True Love Story
