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1 " Bburke used to, whenever he went to the city to catch a Yankees game, throw his money around to every homeless man on the street, feeling it was the right thing to do; except one time he did that and he got to the stadium and realized he didn’t have enough money for the Bud Light tall boy he always got during the third inning. And in him he felt an unyielding rise of contempt for the himself of only hours ago, that he was something and now is something and that they aren’t the same somethings. But that the change was Barmecidal and it was just him, this moneyless and beerless man in the bleachers. Man made in God’s image, yet some men are homeless and some are beerless, and there must be this big bearded guy miles and miles in the sky who doesn’t have a home and can’t even catch a buzz. "
― A.J. Smith , Growth
2 " He blurred his thens and his nows—in a fantastic drunken distortion—with the thisness and thenness of now and before, re-spectively; wisps of Bburke with Jane infiltrated him without her, the way dry oars still taste of salt. And it made Bburke trace Jane’s silhouette in his bedsheets with his lips, wondering if his sadness and loneliness was of any import to the grander human comedy, like the swooning soul of Joyce’s Gabriel, lost amidst a universe of snow—because, in small, unnoticeable ways, must not the sea taste of oars? "
3 " Liquor can be the dogmaless version of flagellation in this way. It can be self-punitive and self-restorative. Liquor is how a man reminds himself that he’s not yet dead by bringing himself closer and closer to death. "
4 " As he began to understand himself more and more (to the extent at least that any man truly understands himself), he recognized that his only moments of lasting (to extent that any moments can be lasting) satisfaction came by moving until movement was no longer possible. Satisfaction was pure, continuous, corporeal destruction and rebuilding through a prolonged rest, justified by the prerequisite damaging. "
5 " To see Bburke chug a beer was to witness a small act of unmitigated perfection. One could hope to be able to chug a beer only as fast as Bburke; nobody harbored delusions of being able to chug faster. "
6 " But love will only take you so far. The other 99% is not being a dickhead. "
7 " I will look white again like a disease, you will see my whiteness and feel dis-ease, lovers alone wear sunlight, ee’s said. "