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I thought, He’s found somebody he can talk with…and then I thought, So have I.

"I thought, He’s found somebody he can talk with…and then I thought, So have I. The moment a man starts to tell you about sex, he’s telling you something about the two of you. If you can’t get to a level of candor on sex and you choose to behave instead as if this isn’t ever on your mind, then male friendship is incomplete. Most men never find such a friend. It’s not common."

—Roth, The Human Stain

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"The more clearly one sees this world, the more one is obliged to pretend it does not exist."

— James Salter, A Sport and a Pastime (1967)

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I imagine him on a journey to the south of France in the spring.

"I imagine him on a journey to the south of France in the spring. I’m not certain who’s with him. I know he isn’t alone. They are traveling cheaply, with that touch of indolence and occasional luxury that comes only from having real resources. They live in Levi’s and sunlight. Sometimes they brush their teeth in streams. Perhaps she’s the young whore he met in Paris he found so easy to get along with. No, that’s a banal idea. I’ve had it myself: teaching her how to dress, wear her hair, behave, speak, and all the while abusing her like a convict morning and night, some of the instruction being offered whilst in union, so to speak. Yes, she finds it amusing. She takes off her clothes with a smile. They have a relationship like the beginning of Manon Lescaut. They wander through the cities. They vanish into hotel rooms–one cannot follow. There are long silences filled with things I ache to know.”

—James Salter, from A Sport and a Pastime

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Finally we emerge at the roaring, iron galleries where meat is handled.

"Finally we emerge at the roaring, iron galleries where meat is handled. It’s like coming upon a factory in the darkness. The overhead lights are blazing. The smell of carnage is everywhere, the very metal reeks with an odor denser than flowers. On the sidewalk there are wheelbarrows of slaughtered heads. It’s right out of Franju and that famous work which literally steams of it. We stare down at the dumb victims. There are scores of them. The mouths are pink, the nostrils still moist. Worn knives with the edge of a razor have flensed them while their eyes were still fluttering, the huge, eloquent eyes of young calves. The bloody arms of the workers sketch quickly. Wherever they move, the skin magically parts, the warm insides pour out. Everything is swiftly divided. An animal which two minutes ago was led to them has now disappeared.”

—James Salter, from A Sport and a Pastime

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"The importance of Liking Yourself is a notion that fell heavily out of favor during the coptic, anti-ego frenzy of the Acid Era - but nobody guessed back then that the experiment might churn up this kind of hangover: a whole subculture of frightened illiterates with no faith in anything."

— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72. (via theheadlesshashasheen)

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