Molly Notkin often confides on the phone to Joelle van Dyne about the one tormented love of Nokin's life thus far, an erotically circumscribed G.W. Pabst scholar at New York University tortured by the neurotic compulsion that there are only a finite number of erections possible in the world at any one time and that his tumescence means e.g. the detumescence of some perhaps more deserving or tortured Third World sorghum farmer.
David Foster Wallace[I]f the writer does his job right, what he basically does is remind the reader of how smart the reader is.
David Foster WallaceI cannot say what color Lenore Beadsmanโs eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.
David Foster WallaceWe're not keen on the idea of the story sharing its valence with the reader. But the reader's own life "outside" the story changes the story.
David Foster Wallace