Some books which I enjoyed reading
The World According to Garp, John Irving
"In the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases."
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
"About half-way between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a trescendent effort, of ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."
Naked, David Sedaris
It was a short distance from the school to our rented house, no more than six hundred and thirty-seven steps, and on a good day I could make the trip in an hour, pausing every few feet to tongue a mailbox or touch whichever single leaf or blade of grass demanded my attention.
About his paternal grandmother: "It was difficult to imagine her raising a child of her own, and chilling to realize that she had." On his mother's kin: "Health, be it mental or physical, had never been her family's strong suit. The Leonard family coat of arms pictured a bottle of scotch and a tumor." On a guy who befriends Sedaris during his lonely stint at an apple-packing plant in Oregon: "I'd tried to straighten him out, but there's only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer."
The City and the Pillar, Gore Vidal
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Great Chicago glowed red before our eyes. We were suddenly on Madison Street among hordes of hobos, some of them sprawled out on the street with their feet on the curb, hundreds of others milling in the doorways of saloons and alleys. "Wup! wup! look sharp for old Dean Moriarty there, he may be in Chicago by accident this year." We let out the hobos on this street and proceeded to downtown Chicago. Screeching trolleys, newsboys, gals cutting by, the smell of fried food and beer in the air, neons winking--"We're in the big town, Sal! Whooee!"
Our Town, Thornton Wilder
Draussen vor der Tür, Wolfgang Borchert
"Tod: Na ja, ich hab in diesem Jahrhundert ein bisschen Fett angesetzt. Das Geschäft ging gut. Ein Krieg gibt dem andern die Hand. Wie die Fliegen! Wie die Fliegen kleben die Toten an den Wänden dieses Jahrhunderts. Wie die Fliegen liegen sie steif und vertrocknet auf der Fensterbank der Zeit."
Wie ein Vogel im Aquarium, Daniel Goeudevert
"Die Medizin beschreibt Autismus wie folgt: Psychische Störung, die sich in krankhafter Ichbezogenheit, affektierter Teilnahmslosigkeit, Verlust des Umweltkontaktes, Rückzug in die eigene Welt äussert und manchmal von Paranoia begleitet wird. So oder zumindest in vielerlei Hinsicht ähnlich könnte man auch die psychische Verfassung eines Topmanagers beschreiben"
"Der Manager ist menschlich gehandikapt, um nicht zu sagen: ein Krüppel ..."
