Denis Johnson Quotes
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Denis Johnson Famous Quotes & Sayings
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We'd torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that
Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.
How could I tell you about it? It was a dream. It didn't make any fucking sense, man. But I do remember it.
Some people we glimpse as chasms, briefly but deeply, even to the death of us. Others are shallow places you never seem to get across.
What I don't think has been talked about is the fact that in order to be Hell, the people in Hell could never be sure they were really there.
There was a part of her she hadn't yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place
He didn't like having to start the fire again, that was the source of this small sadness. You get tired of these endless beginnings.
A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine.
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
Survival was a breeze that touched some and not others. Neither hope nor hopelessness had anything to do with it.
[G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.
When we stopped in front of it and turned off the engine, we heard music coming from inside - jazz. It sounded sophisticated and lonely. We
When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.
She knew: shit, we might as well have been drinking a dog's tears. Nothing mattered except that we were alive.
He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.
As he expressed these ideas he followed them with his eyes, watching them gallop away to the place where they made sense.
He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd only wasted a few years.
It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.
Maybe, when you hear the name "Beverly," you think of Beverly Hills
people wandering the streets with their heads shot off by money.
people wandering the streets with their heads shot off by money.
Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.
Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be ...
Are you hearing unusual sounds or voices?" the doctor asked.
"Help us, oh God, it hurts," the boxes of cotton screamed.
"Not exactly," I said.
"Help us, oh God, it hurts," the boxes of cotton screamed.
"Not exactly," I said.
You've never felt good. Your suffering protects you. Pain is the ransom you have gladly paid not to be free.
After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
Now the colonel seemed to grieve for his President again, because he said, This world spits out a beautiful man like he was poison.
It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.
All the modern verse plays, they're terrible; they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.
Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what can it be?
The coyotes sounded like hurt dogs. They agitated plainly for Christ's return. May they not be heard.
She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.
I have the belief in boldness. What I generally lack is the boldness itself.
Because boldness doesn't feel bold. It feels scared not brave.
Because boldness doesn't feel bold. It feels scared not brave.
A child, I'm miserable admitting it, a child stands like a priest under his father's sky. Why do you fate me to fail you?