David Foster Wallace Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

• In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, Reality, Voting

  "Up, Simba!". Essay by David Foster Wallace, September 2000.

• When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces. The man who'd introduced them didn't much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, Men, Twists

  "Brief Interviews With Hideous Men". Book by David Foster Wallace, 1999.

• The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing comes in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm going to be pissed and miserable every time I have to food-shop, because my natural default-setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me, about my hungriness and my fatigue and my desire to just get home.

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, Thinking, Giving

  "'Plain Old Untrendy Troubles and Emotions'". www.theguardian.com. September 19, 2008.

• No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from the horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.

  David Foster Wallace

  Struggle, Home, Journey

  David Foster Wallace (2005). “Consider the Lobster: And Other Essays”, p.38, Hachette UK

• I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, Thinking, Missing

  David Foster Wallace (2004). “The Broom of the System: A Novel”, p.71, Penguin

• ....basically the sort of guy who looks entirely at home in sockless white loafers and a mint-green knit shirt from Lacoste.

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, White, Guy

  David Foster Wallace (2012). “A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again”, p.231, Hachette UK

• ‎Who would die for this chance to be fed this death of pleasure with spoons, in their warm homes, alone, unmoving?

  David Foster Wallace

  Home, Spoons, Chance

  "Infinite Jest". Book by David Foster Wallace, 1996.

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