“The problem with learning the truth about things is that you lose the confidence that comes from being dumb.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world, even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all that's happened, the inkles ain't easy anymore. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“- ზოგჯერ საზოგადოებრივ აზრს უფრო მეტი გავლენა აქვს, ვიდრე შენ გგონია. ხალხს სამართლიანობის ზეიმის დანახვა სწყურია და მაგის არდანახვა არ შეიძლება. ჰოდა, მეც გეუბნები: მიეცი ხალხს ის, რაც სწყურია და რასაც მოელის.
- მერე, მე რო მართლა არაფერი არ დამიშვებია?
- ნწ, ეგ ჯერჯერობით არავინ არ იცის. ადამიანები დასკვნებს ხან ფაქტების საფუძველზე აკეთბენ, ხანაც - ფაქტების არარსებობის მიუხედავად. შენ თუ შენი სოროდან არ გამოძვერი და მაგათ შენი საკუთარი პარადიგმა არ მოუხაზე, შენ მაგივრად სხვა მოუხაზავს და მაშინ შენც მოგეხაზება.
- ვერ გავიგე, რა უნდა მოვხაზო?
- პა-რა-დიგ-მა. პარადიგმული გადატანა არასოდეს არ გაგიგია? აჰა, მაგალითი: ხედავ კაცს, რომელიც ბებიასენს ხელს ტრაკში უყოფს. რას იფიქრებ?
- მე მაგის დედა...
- ვერც ვერავინ გაგამტყუნებს, მართალი ხარ. მაგრამ მერე იგებ, რო თურმე ბებოს ტრაკში რაღაცა შხამიანი ხოჭო შეძრომია და იმ ღვთისნიერ კაცს თავისი ზიზღიანობა დავიწყებია და ბებიაშენი გადაურჩენია. ეხლა რაღას იტყვი?
- გმირი ყოფილა.
ამას ეგრევე ეტყობა, რო ბებიაჩემი არ უნახავს.
- აი, ზუსტად ეგ არის პარადიგმული გადატანა. ქმედება არ შეცვლილა, შეიცვალა ინფორმაცია, რომელმაც მომხდარი სულ სხვა კუთხით დაგანახვა. ცოტა ხნის წინ მზად იყავი ტიპი მიგეთეთქვა, ეხლა კი გინდა მიხვიდე და ხელი ჩამოართვა.
- არა, არ მინდა.
- გადატანითი მნიშვნელობით გეუბნები, შე პატარა ვირისთავო, შენა, - იცინის და მუცელში მუშტს ისე მაზელს, რო ნეკნები შესამოწმებელი მიხდება, - ტელევიზორიდან ფაქტები შავ და თეთრ ფერებში აღიქმება, მაგრამ ყველაფერი ეგრე მარტივად რო დალაგდეს, მაგისთვის პროფესიონალების მთელ გუნდს ნაცრისფერი გორების ქექვა უხდება. საკუთარი თავის მიწოდება უნდა შეგეძლოს. იცი, დღეს ვინ ზის ციხეებში? ზუსტად ის ხალხი, ვინც თავისი თავის მიწოდება ვერ მოახერხა.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Where TV lets you down, I’m discovering, is by not convincing you how things really work in the world. Like, do buses stop anywhere along the road, to pick up any kind of asshole, or do you have to be at a regular bus stop?”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Son of a stadium full of bitches.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“What I'am learning is the world laughs through its ass every day, then just lies double-time when shit goes down. It's like we're on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“School never teaches you about this mangled human slime, it slays me. You spend all your time learning the capital of Surinam while these retards carve their initials in your back.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“უკვე ისე ვარ ამოსვრილი, რო ქაქის ჩამოფერთხვას აზრი ეკარგება. ერთი რამ კი მინდა გითხრათ, ქაქში რაც უფრო ღრმად შეტოპავ, მით უფრო ნაკლებად ამჩნევ, რო ქაქში ხარ. მაინც რა სისტემაა ეს? ვერ გამიგია. მე, მაგალითად, ხალხს ქაქში ამოსვრილთა საკითხებზე მომუშავე კომიტეტის პრეზიდენტად რო ავერჩიე, შევეცდებოდი, ამოსვრილებისთვის ჩამორეცხვის ამბავი გამეადვილებინა. თუ ადამიანი ამ ცხოვრებაში სისუფთავისკენ უნდა მიისწრაფოდეს, მაშინ მე ვთვლი, რო ჭუჭყის ჩამორეცხვა ყველასთვის გაადვილებული უნდა იყოს.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“როგორ გინდა, სისუფთავეზე იფიქრო, როცა თავიდან ფეხებამდე ქაქში ხარ ამოსვრილი?!”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“What happens with sassy music is you get floated away from yourself, then snap back to reality too hard. I hate that. The only antidote is to just stay depressed.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“A sob pops in my throat. I choke it, and look around for a harmless visual distraction, but all I see is a stocky young woman with a baby, a few seats up. The baby is pulling the woman's hair, and she is faking this look of terror.
'Oh no', she says, 'How can you do that to mommy?'
She pretends to bawl, but the baby laughs and gurgles like a psycho, and pulls even harder. I'm witnessing a fresh knife being laid into a brand-new soul. A training dagger. A maternity blade. Here's his mom quietly opening up the control incision, completely innocent in her dumbness to the world.
'Oh no, you've killed Mommy, Mommy's gone!' She plays dead.
The little guy giggles for a minute, but only that long. Then he senses something's wrong. She ain't waking up. He killed her, she abandoned him, just like that, over a pull of hair. He pokes her with his finger, he gets ready to bawl. And there you have it: he takes the handle into his own tiny hands and pulls in his first blade, right up to the hilt. Just to bring her back. And sure enough, with the splash of his first tear, she wakes right up.
'Ha, ha, I'm still here! Ha, ha it's Mommy!'
Ha, ha, that's the Scheme of Things.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Lord’. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and – get this – I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and – get this – I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“My balls crawl up my throat.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“So what’s up, you dirty boy?’ she teases on the escalator. ‘Shit, I don’t know where to start.’ ‘I’ll drag it out of you.’ She slips her dry little hand into my bunch of wet finger-meats, and coaxes me through the crowd. ‘We’ll check for my cousin, then maybe grab a juice, get private.’ A juice. Grab a private juice. What a woman.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“This is a neighborhood where underwear sags low. For instance, ole Mr Deutschman lives up here, who used to be upstanding and decent.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“უეცარი დასირების პოტენციური შესაძლებლობა, ოცნების ახდენის შემთხვევაში, პირდაპირპროპორციულია იმ დროისა, რომელიც ოცნების აგებაზე წაგივიდა. უდპშ = ოად. რაც იმას ნიშნავს, რო ყოველ წუთს შეიძლება ყველაფერი დაკარგო.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Look around this life and all you see is folks' coupons tacked everywhere, what they'll do if, what they'll do when. Warm anticipation for shit that ain't even going to happen.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“This would never happen to Van Damme. Heroes never shit. They only fuck and kill.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“She gets that fabulous edge that girls get to their voices, the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell, that says, 'I'll scratch the heavens down around you and suck the fucken air from your lungs and spit you to fucken hell and you know it.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Anger cuts through a wide range of things. Cuts like a knife”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“Fate always pays attention to what you think, then slams it up your fucken ass.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“It just wasn't enough, in the end, I guess. The day he got his first thousand dollars, the neighbors must've got ten. Aim for a million bucks, you suddenly need a billion. I upgraded my computer, but it wasn't enough. No matter what, it ain't fucken enough in life, that's what I learned.”
― D.B.C. Pierre, quote from Vernon God Little
“I want to touch you,” I whispered against her lips. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine”
― Penelope Douglas, quote from Until You
“There was an old Taoist who lived in a village in ancient China, named Master Hu. Hu loved God and God loved Hu, and whatever God did was fine with Hu, and whatever Hu did was fine with God. They were friends. They were such good friends that they kidded around. Hu would do stuff to God like call him "The Great Clod." That's how he kidded. That was fine with God. God would turn around and do stuff to Hu like give him warts on his face, wens on his head, arthritis in his hands, a hunch in his back, canker sores in his mouth and gout in his feet. That's how He kidded. That God. What a kidder! But it was fine with Hu.
Master Hu grew lumpy as a toad; he grew crooked as cherry wood; he became a human pretzel. "You Clod!" he'd shout at God, laughing. That was fine with God. He'd send Hu a right leg ten inches shorter than the left to show He was listening. And Hu would laugh some more and walk around in little circles, showing off his short leg, saying to the villagers, "Haha! See how the Great Clod listens! How lumpy and crookedy and ugly He is making me! He makes me laugh and laugh! That's what a Friend is for!" And the people of the village would look at him and wag their heads: sure enough, old Hu looked like an owl's nest; he looked like a swamp; he looked like something the dog rolled in. And he winked at his people and looked up at God and shouted, "Hey Clod! What next?" And splot! Out popped a fresh wart.
The people wagged their heads till their tongues wagged too. They said, "Poor Master Hu has gone crazy." And maybe he had. Maybe God sent down craziness along with the warts and wens and hunch and gout. What did Hu care? It was fine with him. He loved God and God loved Hu, and Hu was the crookedest, ugliest, happiest old man in all the empire till the day he whispered,
Hey Clod! What now?
and God took his line in hand and drew him right into Himself. That was fine with Hu. That's what a Friend is for.”
― David James Duncan, quote from The River Why
“In this he was like most Midwesterners. Directions are very important to them. They have an innate need to be oriented, even in their anecdotes. Any story related by a Midwesterner will wander off at some point into a thicket of interior monologue along the lines of "We were staying at a hotel that was eight blocks northeast of the state capital building. Come to think of it, it was northwest. And I think it was probably more like nine blocks. And this woman without any clothes on, naked as the day she was born except for a coonskin cap, came running at us from the southwest... or was it the southeast?" If there are two Midwesterns present and they both witnessed the incident, you can just about write off the anecdote because they will spend the rest of the afternoon arguing points of the compass and will never get back to the original story. You can always tell a Midwestern couple in Europe because they will be standing on a traffic island in the middle of a busy intersection looking at a windblown map and arguing over which way is west. European cities, with their wandering streets and undisciplined alleys, drive Midwesterners practically insane.”
― Bill Bryson, quote from The Lost Continent: Travels in Small Town America
“Still, his scars, combined with the serpentine wound now visible without the bandage covering his shoulder, made him all the more dangerous.
He was, to me, terrifyingly beautiful.”
― Kristen Simmons, quote from Article 5
“It is because they have no Oyarsa,' said one of the pupils.
It is because everyone of them wants to be a little Oyarsa himself,' said Augray.”
― C.S. Lewis, quote from Out of the Silent Planet
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