I spoke to Sylvia. "Do you think this is a good life?
Donald BarthelmeThere was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.
Donald BarthelmeYou came and fell upon me, I was sitting in the wicker chair. The wicker exclaimed as your weight fell upon me. You were light, I thought, and I thought how good it was of you to do this. We'd never touched before.
Donald BarthelmeWrite about what you're afraid of.
Donald Barthelme--Why are we fighting them?
--They're mad. We're sane.
--How do we know?
--That we're sane?
--Yes.
--Am I sane?
--To all appearances.
--And you, do you consider yourself sane?
--I do.
--Well, there you have it.
--But don't they also consider themselves sane?
--I think they know. Deep down. That they're not sane.
--How must that make them feel?
--Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.
Tags: war
The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as when you attend a funeral and notice that it's being poorly done.
Donald BarthelmeWe regarded each other sitting around the breakfast table with its big cardboard boxes of "Fear," "Chix," and "Rats.
Donald BarthelmeTags: humor
The death of God left the angels in a strange position.
Donald BarthelmeTags: religion uncertainty physics modernity
Anathematization of the world is not an adequate response to the world.
Donald BarthelmeGoals incapable of attainment have driven many a man to despair, but despair is easier to get to than that -- one need merely look out of the window, for example.
Donald BarthelmeTags: pessimistic
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