great sentences that I

am running across today:

"My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur." - Cat's Cradle, 27. (Seemed to whom?) It's a horribly evocative image, but it's also very complicated in terms of assonance and alliteration, which makes it kind of spectacular.

(I have to interject here that I'm listening to the Cure today, and it's got me in such a fantastic mood!)

And check this out: Up Front, about Liz Phair. (I'm trying to verify a citation, I swear.)

"All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental." - Vonnegut. Fucking genius. I was doing a search to check if there was a misprint in Cat's Cradle, and came across this list from shortly after his death, which was almost a year ago, as my roommate reminded me tonight. Incidentally, there is not a misprint where I was sort of expecting, and now I don't know what to do with this. In the chapter on the nihilist who destroys his apartment and murders his cat, he writes, "I have not seen Krebbs since. Nonetheless, I sense that he was my karass" (59). Um. A karass is a team. Krebbs was the team? ...