Obnoxious Literature Quotes

Big Ma didn't need to say any more and she didn't. T.J. was far from her favorite person and it was quite obvious that Stacey and I owed our good fortune entirely to T.J.'s obnoxious personality.

Why, whenever the morning broke and the sun extended its arms between the dirty alleys of the suburbs, you were that obnoxious face and you played the role of a poisonous bullet penetrating the eyes of persons who usually await you in the streets of the city? where did that soft petal which you had guarded between your palms Throughout the night hide? How did you become a desolate forest encircled by woodsmen from every direction? Why did your whispers which you had sent slowly to remove the braids of your sweetheart's hair tuft by tuft turn into an annoying scream?

Love is ridiculous, right? A chemical imbalance, an illness. We catch it, we go mad for a little while, and what do we do when it passes? if we're "lucky," we're saddled with an imperfect marriage, a mortgage, and obnoxious, needy, resentful kids. Our ambitions and dreams and potential greatness are extinguished for want of a little human contact and some orgasms (passing bodily contractions that can easily be achieved on one's own). And yet, 99% of all music, literature, film, and art is devoted to love. The world carries on like this is the best, most natural thing. We sing endless songs about getting sick, and the complex of scars left when the illness fades.