Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love. — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“In short, Daniel was once again a member of a family. Viewed from without they were a strange enough family: a rattling, hunchbacked old… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
But the toaster was quite satisfied with itself, thank you. Though it knew from magazines that there were toasters who could toast four slices… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“Gender and the complications it gives rise to simply aren't relevant to the lives appliances lead.” — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“The problem is that we've got a sense of humor and (Republicans have) got guns. Will we die laughing?” — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“This is my journal. I can be candid here. Candidly, I could not be more miserable.” — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“What to Accept The fact of mountains. The actuality Of any stone — by kicking, if necessary. The need to ignore stupid people, While… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
A predilection for genre fiction is symptomatic of a kind of arrested development. — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
Poets are regarded as handicapped writers whose work must be treated with a tender condescension, such as one accords the athletic achievements of basketball… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“(Shoddiness is) the nature of human life. It takes an exertion to be indifferent to these things, but it's an exertion worth making. Also,… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“When one is experiencing failure, it is hard to resist the comfort of paranoia.” — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“The toaster (lacking real bread) would pretend to make two crispy slices of toast. Or, if the day seemed special in some way, it… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
Writers tend to consider distinction and originality as virtues, but they are anathema to publishers. — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
