David Foster Wallace

“Poetry you were talking about.” Julie smiles, touching Faye’s cheek.

Faye lights a cigarette in the wind. “I’ve just never liked it. It beats around bushes. Even when I like it, it’s nothing more than a really oblique way of saying the obvious, it seems like.”

Julie Grins. Her front teeth have a gap. “But consider how very, very few of us have the equipment to deal with the obvious.”

— “Little Expressionless Animals”