Denis Johnson Quotes

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She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.
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I knew every raindrop by its name.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.
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Denis Johnson
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Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
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Delano Johnson (Love Quotes)
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With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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You know, I don’t think it’s worth it to deny yourself happiness just so you can stay faithful to the person you think you’ve become.
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Hannah Johnson (Know Not Why (Know Not Why, #1))
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When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground.
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Denis Johnson
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What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?
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I feel very privileged to hear how somebody used to run around stickin' people up and stealing cars, and now they're gettin' their life back together... I just love the stories. The stories of the fallen world, they excite us. That's the interesting stuff.
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Will you believe me when I tell you there was kindness in his heart? His left hand didn't know what his right hand was doing. It was only that certain important connections had been burned through. If I opened up your head and ran a hot soldering iron around in your brain, I might turn you into someone like that.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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I'll never forget you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.
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Everybody’s got a mean side. Just don’t feed it till it grows.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Death is the mother of beauty.
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Denis Johnson (Angels)
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He liked the grand size of things in the woods, the feeling of being lost and far away, and the sense he had that with so many trees as wardens, no danger could find him.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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I’d been staying at the Holiday Inn with my girlfriend, honestly the most beautiful woman I’d even known, for three days under a phony name, shooting heroin. We made love in the bed, ate steaks at the restaurant, shot up in the john, puked, cried, accused one another, begged of one another, forgave, promised, and carried one another to heaven.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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I have the belief in boldness. What I generally lack is the boldness itself. Because boldness doesn't feel bold. It feels scared not brave.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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[The doctor] peeked into the trauma room and saw the situation: the clerk - that is, me - standing next to the orderly, Georgie, both of us on drugs, looking down at a patient with a knife sticking up out of his face. 'What seems to be the trouble?' he asked.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Solutions like, We solve the problems? Or solutions like, We dissolve fuckers in acid?
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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This life is but the childhood of our immortality.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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The traveling salesmen fed me pills that made the lining of my veins feel scraped out, my jaw ached... I knew every raindrop by its name, I sensed everything before it happened. Like I knew a certain oldsmobile would stop even before it slowed, and by the sweet voices of the family inside, I knew we'd have an accident in the rain. I didn't care. They said they'd take me all the way.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Three Rules To Write By Write naked. That means to write what you would never say. Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can’t waste it. Write in exile as if you are never going to get home again, and you have to call back every detail. Denis Johnson
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.
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Denis Johnson (The Name of the World)
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I note that I've lived longer in the past now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't mind forgetting more of it.
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.
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He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along inβ€”as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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Does everything you touch turn to shit? Does this happen to you every time?" "No wonder they call me Fuckhead." It's a name that's going to stick.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn't going to come. That's it. That's the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being.
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Denis Johnson (Angels)
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Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power over us. The doctor took her into a room with a desk at the end of the hall, and from under the closed door a slab of brilliance radiated as if, by some stupendous process, diamonds were being incinerated in there. What a pair of lungs! She shrieked as I imagined an eagle would shriek. It felt wonderful to be alive to hear it! I've gone looking for that feeling everywhere.
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Denis Johnson
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Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the "Ten Thousand Things"? And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead? What would you care? How would you eve know the difference?
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
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Denis Johnson (Nobody Move)
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And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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The Past just left. Its remnants, I claim, are mostly fiction. We're stranded here with the threadbare patchwork of memory, you with yours, I with mine.
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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They needed to share one secret after another with a beautiful woman, to peel away layer after layer, mask after mask, and still find themselves worshiped.
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Denis Johnson (Angels)
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We can’t always tell the whole story about ourselves.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Write naked. Write in exile. Write in blood.
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Write naked. That means to write what you would never say. Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can’t waste it. Write in exile, as if you are never going to get home again, and you have to call back every detail.
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Denis Johnson
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Once upon a time there was a war...and a young American who thought of himself as the Quiet American and the Ugly American, and who wished to be neither, who wanted instead to be the Wise American, or the Good American, but who eventually came to witness himself as the Real American and finally as simply the Fucking American. That's me.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Talk into here. Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Some people we glimpse as chasms, briefly but deeply, even to the death of us. Others are shallow places you never seem to get across.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Memories assailed him of how gently she had spoken, touched, and moved; of how she'd loved him fiercely despite his mistakes and obsessions and weaknesses. And the conviction descended on him that love like theirs couldn't possibly suffer any change.
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Denis Johnson (Angels)
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If illness didn’t kill you, you died of bad luck.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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I felt the cancelled life dreaming after me. Yes, a ghost. A vestige. Something remaining.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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It was one of the moments you stay in, to hell with all the troubles of before and after. The sky is blue and the dead are coming back. Later in the afternoon, with sad resignation, the county fair bares its breasts.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Love and violence-not to conquer one with the other but to live with both, that's what I've learned. Each pulling me a different way. If I relax my struggles they don't tear me in two, but lift me up.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what can it be?
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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The Americans won't win. They're not fighting for their homeland. They just want to be good. In order to be good, they just have to fight awhile and then leave.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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It's plain to you that at the time I write this, I'm not dead. But maybe by the time you read it.
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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I wandered over across the hall where they were showing a short movie about vasectomies. Much later I told her that I'd actually gotten a vasectomy a long time ago, and somebody else must have gotten her pregnant. I also told her once that I had inoperable cancer and would soon be passed away and gone, eternally. But nothing I could think up, no matter how dramatic or horrible, ever made her repent or love me the way she had at first, before she really knew me.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son)
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War is ninety percent myth anyway, isn’t it? In order to prosecute our own wars we raise them to the level of human sacrifice, don’t we, and we constantly invoke our God. It’s got to be about something bigger than dying, or we’d all turn deserter.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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WE'RE ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF REALITY ITSELF. RIGHT WHERE IT TURNS INTO A DREAM
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Supposedly she’d died, but here she was again–somewhat changed, but you couldn’t kill her. Not when the truest part of her hadn’t even been born.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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You’ve never felt good. Your suffering protects you. Pain is the ransom you have gladly paid not to be free.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience and wetness of water. Whether it comes to you in a storm or in a cup, it owns you--we are more water than dust. It is our origin and our destination.
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Denis Johnson (Resuscitation of a Hanged Man)
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I could not deny the existence of God. I had seen His hand, felt His hand so prominently in my life. How else could this beautiful world have come to be? By some random bang? Nay, but by the breath of the Almighty, so Mary Lynde had called Him.
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Grace A. Johnson (Held Captive (Daughters of the Seven Seas #1))
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eventually these encounters forced him to acknowledge the reality of fate, and the truth inherent in things of the imagination.
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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THE PEOPLE'S THIRST FOR FREEDOM HAS DRIVEN US TO DRINK BAD WATER.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be...
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Denis Johnson (Already Dead: A California Gothic)
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The first time I didn’t say anything, because she shot me in the mouth.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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I will not deny that there are men in the district better qualified than I to go to Congress, but, gentlemen, these men are not in the race.
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Robert A. Caro (The Path to Power (The Years of Lyndon Johnson, Vol 1))
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The lid, however, wouldn't shut. The mind held back the whole sky.
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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Write the unpublishable...and then publish it.
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Who said it? – probably Confucius – β€œI can’t beat a sculpture from a stone with a sledgehammer; I can’t free the soul of man by violence.” Peace was here, peace was now. Peace promised in any other time or place was a lie.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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A person could last a long while without touch, but once someone had experienced the comfort, joy, and sheer relief of another human body close, the desire to experience that again was hard to deny.
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Mary Johnson (An Unquenchable Thirst: A Memoir)
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We Vietnamese have two philosophies to sustain us. The Confucian tells us how to behave when fate grants us peace and order. The Buddhist trains us to accept our fate even when it brings us blood and chaos.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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People entering the bars on First Avenue gave up their bodies. Then only the demons inhabiting us could be seen. Souls who had wronged each other were brought together here. The rapist met his victim, the jilted child discovered its mother. But nothing could be healed, the mirror was a knife dividing everything from itself, tears of false fellowship dripped on the bar. And what are you going to do to me now? With what, exactly, would you expect to frighten me?
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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All his life Robert Grainier would remember vividly the burned valley at sundown, the most dreamlike business he’d ever witnessed wakingβ€”the brilliant pastels of the last light overhead, some clouds high and white, catching daylight from beyond the valley, others ribbed and gray and pink, the lowest of them rubbing the peaks of Bussard and Queen mountains; and beneath this wondrous sky the black valley, utterly still, the train moving through it making a great noise but unable to wake this dead world.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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Or maybe that wasn't the time it snowed. Maybe it was the time we slept in the truck and I rolled over on the bunnies and flattened them. It doesn't matter. What's important for me to remember now is that early the next morning the snow was melted off the windshield and the daylight woke me up. A mist covered everything and, with the sunshine, was beginning to grow sharp and strange. The bunnies weren't a problem yet, or they'd already been a problem and were already forgotten, and there was nothing on my mind. I felt the beauty of the morning. I could understand how a drowning man might suddenly feel a deep thirst being quenched. Or how a slave might become a friend to his master.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce "Nurse," I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail glass, no measuring. " You have a lovely pitching arm." You had to go down on them like a hummingbird over a blossom. I saw her much later, not too many years ago, and when I smiled she seemed to believe I was making advances. But it was only that I remembered. I'll never forgot you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.
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Denis Johnson (Jesus’ Son)
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They started calling it The Rape, and it came to stand for everything: for coming together while falling apart; for loving each other and hating everybody else; for moving at breakneck speed while getting nowhere; for freezing in the streets and melting in the rooms of love.
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Denis Johnson (Angels)
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We live in the post-trash, man. It'll be a real short eon. Down in the ectoplasmic circuitry where humanity's leaders are all linked up unconsciously with each other and with the masses, man, there's been this unanimous worldwide decision to trash the planet and get on to a new one.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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Grainier still went to services some rare times, when a trip to town coincided. People spoke nicely to him there, people recognized him from the days when he'd attended almost regularly with Gladys, but he generally regretted going. He very often wept in church. Living up the Moyea with plenty of small chores to distract him, he forgot he was a sad man. When the hymns began, he remembered.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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Once in a while I lie there, as the television runs, and I read something wild and ancient from one of several collections of folktales I own. Apples that summon sea maidens, eggs that fulfill any wish, pears that make people grow long noses that fall off again. Then sometimes I get up and don my robe and go out into our quiet neighborhood looking for a magic thread, a magic sword, a magic horse.
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Denis Johnson (The Largesse of the Sea Maiden)
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But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship’s horn, the locomotive’s lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moanmusic of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever.
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Denis Johnson (Train Dreams)
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Die in one universe and yet in another go on without a hitch. If this were true, the person who understood it would have conquered death. Would be invulnerable. Would be the Superman. There's a dizzying thrill in a philosophy that can only be tested by suicide -- and then never proven, only tested again by another attempt. And the person embarked on that series of tests, treading that trail of lives as if from boulder to boulder across the river of time -- no, out into the burning ocean of eternity -- what a mutant! Some new genesis, like a pale, poisonous daisy.
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Denis Johnson
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The scene before her flattened, lost one of its dimensions, and the noise dribbled irrelevantly down its face. Something was coming. This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking--someone here has cancer, someone has a broken heart, someone's soul is lost, someone feels naked and foreign, thinks they once knew the way but can't remember the way, feels stripped of armor and alone, there are people in this audience with broken bones, others whose bones will break sooner or later, people who've ruined their health, worshipped their own lives, spat on their dreams, turned their backs on their true beliefs, yes, yes, and all will be saved. All will be saved. All will be saved.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)
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At the sight of the flag he tasted tears in his throat. In the Stars and Stripes all the passions of his life coalesced to produce the ache with which he loved the United States of America - with which he loved the dirty, plain, honest faces of GIs in the photographs of World War Two, with which he loved the sheets of rain rippling across the green playing field toward the end of the school year, with which he cherished the sense-memories of the summers in his childhood, the many Kansas summers, running the bases, falling harmlessly onto the grass, his head beating with heat, the stunned streets of breezeless afternoons, the thick, palpable shade of colossal elms, the muttering of radios beyond the windowsills, the whirring of redwing blackbirds, the sadness of the grown-ups at their incomprehensible pursuits, the voices carrying over the yards in the dusks that fell later and later, the trains moving through town into the sky. His love for his country, his homeland, was a love for the United States of America in the summertime.
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Denis Johnson (Tree of Smoke)