As if to reassure me, Ronna said, “I’m not jealous, you know, of the young men who partake of your body while I’m typing away at my thesis.” I just smiled.
A salad is not a meal. It is a style.
“Few things I’d rather see less.”
“I can see my glass is half full…but, of course, I did order a double.”
60. On Having No Head: Zen and the Rediscovery of the Obvious, Douglas Harding, 1961
I have seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue. I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled what suntan lotion smells like spread over 21000 pounds of hot flesh.
“I should adore to wear the orange-lined cloak: I do feel the need of something spectacular.”
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book — and does. – Groucho Marx
Originally, I was contemplating creating a YouTube video that would become an Internet sensation to present my plea for your abandonment of Fran’s body. Then I realized that such a video would be a wasted attempt: we both know Fran doesn’t “do” computers. Thus, I decided to write to you — yet another thing Fran doesn’t do.
Even though I find it ridiculous that Fran Lebowitz has been suffering from writer’s block for the past thirty years, it’s mostly just misdirected anger because her stuff is so good. Her book of essays are like little funny Jewish snacks for your brain.