/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.5390027]

Post your favorite line from your favorite book, i'l go first.

>Ulysses

>These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here

[Anonymous No.5390042]

Bazinga.

[Anonymous No.5390048]

God how the stars did fall.

[Anonymous No.5390054]

“Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.”

[Anonymous No.5390113]

>>5390048

That line stuck with me too. Wanna go scalphunting together?

[Anonymous No.5390125]

Please don't let me be mean.

[Anonymous No.5390127]

>>5390113
Sure. Lot's of sand-people in my area.

[Anonymous No.5390134]

Bear with me. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and I must pause till it come back to me.

[Anonymous No.5390558]

>>5390048
That's the line you remember from Blood Meridian?


For me there is no other:

"When it stops, you'll know you've heard it all your life."

[Anonymous No.5390617]

Someday he will know everything, and still be as impotent as before.

>>5390027
the one that really sticks with me from Ulysses is "Ineluctable modality of the visible." I have no idea why

[Anonymous No.5390655]

"He says he'll never die."

[Anonymous No.5390724]

>>5390134
is this from julius caesar?

[Anonymous No.5390759]

>>5390558
Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. That entire speech.

[Anonymous No.5390799]

>>5390617

That's the first line that came to my head as well, albeit I haven't even finished the novel yet!

[Anonymous No.5390800]

It is all falling indelibly into the past.

[Anonymous No.5390810]

"(...) he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up."

Cormac's No country for old men since I saw another quote from him.

[Anonymous No.5390819]

>>5390759
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

This book has way to many good lines

[Anonymous No.5390826]

“It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men.”

>All Quiet on the Western Front

[Anonymous No.5390836]

>>5390027
'Je suis assis, lépreux, sur les pots cassés et les orties, au pied d'un mur rongé par le soleil.'
'I sit, leprous, among the pots and nettles, against a wall being eaten away by the sun.'

>no sociopathic, ridiculously talented bf

[Anonymous No.5390838]

>>5390836
*amongst the broken pots

[Anonymous No.5390845]

>>5390836
ayy bbygurll I can b ur egotistical, mostly mediocre boytoy if u want

[Anonymous No.5390852]

>>5390845
Mostly straight dude. But if you can disturb me enough while showing me new elements of reality I'll totally fall in love with you.

[Anonymous No.5391116]

"No use goin' on; de dam willains will keep scourgin' and slappin' each oder, Massa Stubb; dey don't hear one word; no use a-preachin' to such dam g'uttons as you call 'em, till dare bellies is full, and dare bellies is bottomless; and when dey do get 'em full, dey won't hear you den; for dey sink in de sea, go fast to sleep on de coral, and can't hear not'ing at all, no more, for eber and eber."

[Anonymous No.5391135]

>tfw terrible memory and can never recall or recite specific lines from literature

Like right now I'm trying to remember the last line of "Araby," something I've read at least a dozen times, and it's pretty fragmentary:

>something about looking up into the darkness
>"I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity"
>something about being angry

[Anonymous No.5391267]

>>5390027
Can you explain what this means?
I've never read Ulysses, does it have a connection with it?

[Anonymous No.5391271]

also from blood meridians "there is no such pleasure in the tavern as on the road thereto"

[Anonymous No.5393495]

>>5391267
It's just basically about the evolution of language and how it changes based on who is using it and in what circumstances, the heavy sand is "language" and the tide and wind is a metaphor for the constant changing and evolution of it

[Anonymous No.5393512]

>>5393495
>The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

"It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body's developed this massive drug deficiency." It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.

[Anonymous No.5393531]

>>5390054
hahaha, oh man. Just finished this book, man. What a cool fucking motto, man. Pynchon's a chill dude.

[Anonymous No.5393541]

surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

[Anonymous No.5393556]

“The 'Other Half' is the word. The 'Other Half' is an organism. Word is an organism. The presence of the 'Other Half' is a separate organism attached to your nervous system on an air line of words can now be demonstrated experimentally. One of the most common 'hallucinations' of subject during sense withdrawal is the feeling of another body sprawled through the subject's body at an angle...yes quite an angle it is the 'Other Half' worked quite some years on a symbiotic basis. From symbiosis to parasitism is a short step. The word is now a virus. The flu virus may have once been a healthy lung cell. It is now a parasitic organism that invades and damages the central nervous system. Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting sub-vocal speech. Try to achieve even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk. That organism is the word.”

― William S. Burroughs, The Ticket That Exploded

It's not my favorite book, but I like this quote a lot.

[Anonymous No.5393585]

>>5390054
>>5393531
some guy wrote a paper about how V. is structured like a fable instead of a novel, and the moral of the fable is "keep cool but care." I don't know if the paper's anywhere but apparently Pynchon liked it so much that he invited him to smoke pot with him: http://web.clas.ufl.edu/users/agordon/pynchon.htm

[Anonymous No.5393595]

>>5393585
...If I got the chance to do that, I'd go home, write about it, and then kill myself with a smile on my face. "I met Pynchon. I smoked pot with Pynchon. I talked to Pynchon." Life would be over

[Anonymous No.5393602]

>>5393585
>>5393595
pynchon is a just another tryhard bitch ass.

[Anonymous No.5393608]

>>5393602
>>>/mu/

Kanye is shit btw

[Anonymous No.5393616]

I am a wicked man

[Anonymous No.5393621]

>>5393608
yes kanye is a bitch ass nigga, so whats the poing?

[Anonymous No.5393626]

>>5390027
>Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.
Fuck, Joyce

[Anonymous No.5393635]

Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

[Anonymous No.5393655]

>>5393626
>>5390027

>I remember only ideas and sensations
>I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy
>I foresee Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain here very long at this work. You were not born to be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am wrong. --A learner rather, Stephen said.
>To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
>See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be world without end.
>No more pain. Wake no more. Nobody owns
>Our. Little. Beggar. Baby.
>Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for nothing.


I open up Ulysses and re-read all my favorite parts. Too many to type.

[Anonymous No.5393675]

>>5393655
I disliked Mr Deasy

[Anonymous No.5393690]

>>5393675
"They say Ireland is the only country to never persecute the Jews. Do you know why that is?"
"No, sir"
"She never let them in."

He was funny.

[Anonymous No.5393691]

>>5390027
Who is John Galt?

[Anonymous No.5393698]

>>5393691
A worker who was a drama queen.

[Anonymous No.5393702]

>>5393690
>laughing at your own joke

Mr Deasy confirmed for pleb

[Anonymous No.5393706]

>Her invitation wasn't to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn't expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn't even have time to sweat or close your eyes.

Nathanael West - The Day of the Locust

Never read another metaphor for reckless lustful adoration that quite matched this one in intensity.

[Anonymous No.5393708]

>>5390027
why didn't he use a comma after tide?

[Anonymous No.5393716]

yer a wizard harry..

[Anonymous No.5393719]

>>5393708
To annoy everyone who reads the book

[Anonymous No.5393722]

>>5393708
Read it.

Feel that?
That's why.

[Anonymous No.5393727]

>>5393708
>Comma after tide

>Not putting "that" after language

[Anonymous No.5393749]

I don't know what Joyce is talking about in that sentence but it sounds pretty

[Anonymous No.5393750]

>>5393749
>>5393495

[Anonymous No.5393756]

>>5393750
Thansk. I should of read the thread.

[Anonymous No.5393808]

>>5393708
Because he did not want a pause

[Anonymous No.5393836]

“MOTHER died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. ”

[Anonymous No.5393861]

what's thinks of cement in aluminum Bastrop in their schools in a doubt their brains n imaginations Moloch solitude Phil ugliness ask and another $10 children screaming stairways boys humping and armies old men weeping in the park Moloch hahaha Moloch the Loveless mental Moloch Moloch the heavy judgement of man

This is what my phone thinks the first few lines of the 2nd part of Howl are. I'm too lazy to type them all out from memory.

[Anonymous No.5394240]

[Anonymous No.5396356]

>>5390027
"If a gift is deserved, it is not a gift but a payment"

[Anonymous No.5396424]

"Bollocks. They enjoy'd themselves," Dixon mutters. "I was there. Another expell'd from Paradise, another Lad upon the North Road, seek¬ing his daily Crumbs. ...

[Anonymous No.5398094]

"I have seen the universe! It is made of poems!"

[Anonymous No.5398115]

>>5390027
>tfw I never remember quotes from anything I fucking read
I just can't do it. My head can't wrap around the text.

[Anonymous No.5398130]

>I feel that there is much to be said for the Celtic belief that the souls of those whom we have lost are held captive in some inferior being, in an animal, in a plant, in some inanimate object, and so effectively lost to us until the day (which to many never comes) when we happen to pass by the tree or to obtain possession of the object which forms their prison. Then they start and tremble, they call us by our name, and as soon as we have recognised their voice the spell is broken. We have delivered them: they have overcome death and return to share our life.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die.

[Anonymous No.5398138]

>>5390617
Mine from Gravity's Rainbow (from memory pardon if this is not the exact quote):

They are in love. Fuck the war.

[The cats No.5398159]

>>5398138
A billion bureaucrats are plotting death and some of them even know it.