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  • Woody shared from White Girls by Hilton Als
    Her black characters are not symbols defined in opposition to whiteness; they are the living people who were, physically at least, on the periphery of O’Connor’s own world. She was not romantic enough to take Faulkner’s Dilsey view of blacks—as the fulcrum of integrity and compassion. She didn’t use them as vessels of sympathy or scorn; she simply—and complexly—drew from life.
  • Woody shared from You Are Not a Gadget (Vintage) by Jaron Lanier
    Giving yourself the time and space to think and feel is crucial to your existence. Personhood requires encapsulation. You have to find a way to be yourself before you can share yourself.
  • Woody shared from Underworld: A Novel by Don DeLillo
    She had a European accent slashed and burned by long-term residency in New York. And her hair had the retouched gloss of a dead crow mounted on a stick.
  • Woody shared from Underworld: A Novel by Don DeLillo
    Her car was black and hooded-looking and we thought we were phantoms of the road, djinns who could pee unseen in the country dust.
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  • Woody shared from Underworld: A Novel by Don DeLillo
    It was the summer of blue-black nights, ambiguous thunder to the east, hoarse and false, and the city grid below—a guy beheads his lover, puts the object in a box and takes it on the train to Queens.
  • Woody shared from Underworld: A Novel by Don DeLillo
    It was the summer of damson plums, juicy and bluish, and she loved the water towers that hung at dusk, raised on pillars and stilts, like oddments of the carpentered city, the least likely things to survive, dowels and staves, the old streaked wood hooped in its delicate bulk.
    Note: Underworld - Don DeLillo
  • Woody shared from Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles and Speeches, 1998-2003 by Roberto Bolaño
    But that night I dreamed of Stalin and Dylan Thomas: the two of them were at a bar in Mexico City, sitting at a little round table, a table for arm wrestling, but instead of wrestling they were competing to see who could hold his liquor better.
  • Woody shared from Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles and Speeches, 1998-2003 by Roberto Bolaño
    But that night I dreamed of Stalin and Dylan Thomas: the two of them were at a bar in Mexico City, sitting at a little round table, a table for arm wrestling, but instead of wrestling they were competing to see who could hold his liquor better.
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  • Woody shared from This Is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz
    in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.
    Note: - Junot Diaz, "Otravida, Otravez," from This is How You Lose Her.
  • Woody shared from Winter Journal by Paul Auster
    Perhaps it is just as well to put aside your stories for now and try to examine what it has felt like to live inside this body from the first day you can remember being alive until this one. A catalogue of sensory data. What one might call a phenomenology of breathing.
    Note: Paul Auster's memoir, as told by his body.
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