Buchzitate von Jonathan Lethem

Jonathan Allen Lethem ist ein US-amerikanischer Schriftsteller.

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You can't be deep without a surface.

Jonathan Lethem in Du liebst mich, du liebst mich nicht
 
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'I want what we all want,' said Carl. 'To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced.'

Jonathan Lethem in Du liebst mich, du liebst mich nicht
 
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Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.

Jonathan Lethem in Du liebst mich, du liebst mich nicht
 
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To the resentment that hides inside love, to the loneliness that hides among companions.

Jonathan Lethem in Du liebst mich, du liebst mich nicht
 
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Someday I'd change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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Enough of this. Does every conversation with you have to be the director's cut?

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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How strange it began to seem that cars have bodies that never are supposed to touch, a disaster if they do.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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There is nothing Tourettic about the New York City subways.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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I'm always serious. That's the tragedy of my life.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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Prince's music calmed me as much as masturbation or a cheeseburger.

Jonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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The wind was picking up off the ocean now and the whole coastal scene had a bleak, abandoned look, as though Maine in November really belonged to the ragged gulls who wheeled over the sun.

MaineJonathan Lethem in Motherless Brooklyn
 
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