“Tom Robbins says that when he starts a book, he has no idea of what the story will be. He never outlines and never revises. He just works on each sentence until he thinks it's perfect, sometimes for more than an hour, and then he moves on to the next one. He said, ‘I’m probably more interested in sentences than anything else in life.’”
The Writer's Almanac
Dr. Kessler reports that the Snickers bar, for instance, is “extraordinarily well engineered.” As we chew it, the sugar dissolves, the fat melts and the caramel traps the peanuts so the entire combination of flavors is blissfully experienced in the mouth at the same time.
The New York Times
June 22, 2009
Alison stared into the mirror and combed her hair. How
beautiful she was! "I look awful," she said. I bent down and
tied my shoe and hit my head on the coffee table on the way up.
"Ouch," I said. "What did you say, honey?" she said. "I said
we ought to buy a new couch," I said. "I thought we just bought
one," she said. "We could buy another one so we'd have a backup
in case anything happens to this one," I said. She didn't answer
me, but continued to brush her hair. I stared down at my shoes
and said, "Something is so wrong there." "What did you say, honey?"
she said. I said, "It will be wonderful to be there tonight."
"Where's that, honey?" she said. "Wherever it is that we're going,"
I said. "We're not going anywhere," she said. "I meant here. It
will be wonderful to be here tonight," I said. "A little romantic
night at home," she said. What did she mean by "nomadic"? A little
nomadic night at home. There were times when I worried about
Alison. She hovered right on the borderline, about to cross over into
her own private realm, where nothing she sees or hears corresponds
to anything in the known world. I live with this fear daily. My
shoes are on the wrong feet, or so it seems to me now.
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Nico could be the mistress of the destructive one-liner. I remember one morning we had gathered at the Factory for a rehearsal. Nico came in late, as usual. Lou said hello to her in a rather cold way.
Nico simply stood there. You could see she was waiting to reply, in her own time. Ages later, out of the blue, came her first words: "I cannot make love to Jews anymore."
solicited from her by the Ford marketing department and submitted in a series of letters, October-December 1955
The Ford Silver Sword ("This plant, of which the flower is a silver sword, I believe grows only in Tibet, and on the Hawaiian Island, Maui on Mount Háleákalá (House of the Sun); found at an altitude of from 9,500 to 10,000 feet. (The leaves—silver-white—surrounding the individual blossoms have a pebbled texture that feels like Italian-twist back-stitch all-over embroidery.)")
The Resilient Bullet
The Intelligent Whale
The Ford Fabergé ("that there is also a perfume FABERGÉ seems to me to do no harm, allusion to the original silversmith")
The Arc-en-Ciel ("the rainbow—ARCENCIEL?")
Tonnere Alifère ("wingèd thunder")
Aliforme Alifère ("wing-slender a-wing")
Thunderbird Allié ("Cousin Thunderbird")
Tir á l'Arc ("bull's eye")
Triskelion ("three legs running")
Pluma Piluma ("hairfine, feather-foot")
Andante Con Moto ("description of a good motor?")
Turcotingo ("turqoise cotinga—the cotinga being a solid indigo South American finch or sparrow")
Utopian Turtletop ("Do not trouble to answer unless you like it.")