Wind/Pinball: Two Novels (The Rat #1-2)

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything.

In that way, we live our lives."

-from "Hear the Wind Sing

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything. In that way, we live our lives.

Am I happy? All I can say is I guess so. That's pretty much the way it is with dreams.

Ascribing meaning to life is a piece of cake compared to actually living it."

-from "Hear the Wind Sing

Civilization is communication,” the doctor said. “That which is not expressed doesn’t exist.

Each of us had all the troubles we could carry. They rained down on us from the sky, and we raced around in a frenzy to pick them up and stuff them in our pockets. Why we did that stumps me, even now. Maybe we thought they were something else.

How can those who live in the light of day possibly comprehend the depths of night?

However miserable your situation, there is always something to learn.

I believed in all seriousness that by converting my life into numbers I might be able to get through to people. That having something to communicate could stand as proof I really existed. Of course, no one had the slightest interest in how many cigarettes I had smoked, or the number of stairs I had climbed, or the size of my penis. When I realized this, I lost my raison d’être and became utterly alone.

I didn't know it would get this hot," she said. "It's hot as hell."
"Hell is hotter."
"Sounds like you've been there."
"I've heard it from someone. They make it hotter and hotter till you think you'll go crazy; then they move you someplace cooler for a while. Then when you're recovered a little they move you back again."
"So hell it's like a sauna."
"Yeah, more or less. But a few can't recover and go totally bonkers."
"So what happens to them?"
"They get sent up to heaven, where they're forced to paint the walls. You see, the walls in heaven have to be kept a perfect white. As a result, they have to keep painting from dawn till dusk every day. It messes up their respiratory systems big time.

If one operates on the principle that everything can be a learning experience, then of course aging needn't be so painful."

-from "Hear the Wind Sing

I guess because I feel like I can forgive dead people,

In the end we all die anyway.

It had been a long time since I felt the fragrance of summer: the scent of the ocean, a distant train whistle, the touch of a girl's skin, the lemony perfume of her hair, the evening wind, faint glimmers of hope, summer dreams.
But none of these were the way they once had been; they were all somehow off, as if copied with tracing paper that kept slipping out of place."

-from "Hear the Wind Sing

It is the inherent right of all writers to experiment with the possibilities of language in every way they can imagine--without that adventurous spirit, nothing new can ever be born.

Looking at the ocean makes me miss people, and hanging out with people makes me miss the ocean.

On any given day, something can come along and steal our hearts. It may be any old thing: a rosebud, a lost cap, a favorite sweater from childhood, an old Gene Pitney record. A miscellany of trivia with no home to call their own. Lingering for two or three days, that something soon disappears, returning to the darkness. There are wells, deep wells, dug in our hearts. Birds fly over them."

-from "Pinball, 1973

One could say that the greatest sins afflicting modern society are the proliferation of lies and silence. We lie through our teeth, then swallow our tongues."

-from "Heart the Wind Sing

People are awkward creatures. A lot more awkward than you seem to realize.

People with dark hearts have dark dreams. Those whose hearts are even darker can’t dream at all.

Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people.

There are no truly strong people. Only people who pretend to be strong.

There are things in this world you can’t do a damn thing about.” “Like what?” “Like a rotten tooth, for example. One day it just starts aching. No one can ease the pain, no matter how hard they try to comfort you. It makes you furious with yourself. Next thing you know you’re furious with them because they aren’t pissed off with themselves. See how it escalates?

There can be no meaning in what will someday be lost. Passing glory is not true glory at all.

There’s no such thing as a perfect piece of writing. Just as there’s no such thing as perfect despair.

There’s no such thing as a perfect piece of writing. Just as there’s no such thing as perfect despair.” So

Time goes by so damn fast.

We're all wrong, every one of us.

Why do you read books?” he asked. “Why do you drink beer?” I replied without glancing in his direction,

Writing honestly is very difficult. The more I try to be honest, the farther my words sink into darkness."

-from "Hear the Wind Sing