Infinite Jest

It took him gallons of viscous time

It’s like his shoulder’s grown its own testicles and every time his heart beats some very small guy kicked him in them, the testicles.

The raw healthy sexuality of the whole thing just about makes Gately sick with longing and self-pity,

A weird isolated memory of summertime gnats knitting the air above the shaggy animal-head of a neighbor’s topiary hedge.

Like most incredibly passive people, the girl had a terrible time ever separating details from what was really important to a story,

The hospital room had that misty quality rooms in fevers have.

The place’s silence has that glittery sound of total silence.

The sort of sandy echo in there that makes you take stairs as fast as possible.

Marathe was prepared to die violently at any time, which rendered him free to choose among emotions.

There was nobody home, and in the sort of way where the place’s emptiness pulsed and breathed.