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? Denis Johnson More Quotes by Denis Johnson More Quotes From Denis Johnson 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. Denis Johnson littles might people The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream. Denis Johnson first-kiss kissing world I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening. Denis Johnson happenings maps draws 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. Denis Johnson bars giving lying 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. Denis Johnson distance dust sea 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. Denis Johnson expected persons lows 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. Denis Johnson running people interesting After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy. Denis Johnson neon light rain 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. Denis Johnson doctors husband doors And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I would remember I had a wife at home who loved me, or later that my wife had left me and I was terrirfied, or again later that I had a beautiful alcoholic girlfriend who would make me happy forever. But every time I entered the place there were veiled faces promising everything and then clarifying quickly into the dull, the usual, looking up at me and making the same mistake. Denis Johnson girlfriend mistake beautiful We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that Denis Johnson torn chests heart I really enjoy writing novels. Its like the ocean. You can just build a boat and take off. Denis Johnson boat ocean writing This life is but the childhood of our immortality. Denis Johnson immortality childhood life-is English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows. Denis Johnson english-words empty rainbow 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. Denis Johnson real dream mean 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. Denis Johnson alcohol wife fall 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. Denis Johnson hurt mother jesus Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them. Denis Johnson doctors fool lying All his life Robert Grainier would remember vividly the burned valley at sundown, the most dreamlike business he’d ever witnessed waking—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. Denis Johnson queens clouds moving We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell. Denis Johnson purgatory hell
