Quotes from book

Pulp

“Sometimes I felt that I didn’t even know who I was. All right, I’m Nicky Belane. But check this. Somebody could yell out, ‘Hey, Harry! Harry Martel!’ and I’d most likely answer, ‘Yeah, what is it?’ I mean, I could be anybody, what does it matter?”

“Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.”

“I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.”

“I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?”

“It wasn't my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”

“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”

“I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here I was, talking to the dead. I finished my first drink. The second was ready.”

“I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You
know what I mean?”

“There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.”

“You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.”

“My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.”

“Sex was a trap, a snare. It was for animals.”

“Something was always after a man. It never relented. No rest, ever.”

“Man was born to die. What did it mean? Hanging around and waiting. Waiting for the ‘A train.’ Waiting for a pair of big breasts on some August night in a Vegas hotel room. Waiting for the mouse to sing. Waiting for the snake to grow wings. Hanging around.”