Vocab

insular (ˈɪnsjʊlə)
—adj
1.	of, relating to, or resembling an island
2.	remote, detached, or aloof
3.	illiberal or narrow-minded
4.	isolated or separated

“I feel insular with you not around.”

an·o·e·sis

http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/d/g/speaker.swf [an-oh-ee-sis]  Show IPA

noun

a state of mind consisting of pure sensation or emotion withoutcognitive content.

“When we talk you put me in a place of anoesis.”

No.1

The first of many…

p.46 “Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant; it was the fact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn’t want.”

“…a man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long.”

p.51 “I felt for the longest time in my life that I might get a chance to affect the course of things instead of merely observing them.”

p.55 “Happy”, I muttered trying to pin the word down. But its one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception- especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap.”

p.74 “I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted it was worth knowing.”

p.99 “I felt that sooner or later I would see that third dimension, that depth that makes a city real and that you never see until you’ve been there a while.”

p.169 “The decline illusions that get us through life can only stand so much strain-”

p.192.

“Dear Paul,

I can’t stand it anymore. My plane leaves at six. You love me. We are soul-mates. We will drink rum and dance naked. Come see me in New York. I will have a few surprises for you.

Love,

Chenault”

p.204 “Voices rose and fell in the house next door and the raucous sound of a jukebox came from a bar down the street. Sounds of a San Juan night, drifting across the city through layers of humid air; sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks, the lonely sound of time passing in the long Caribbean night.”

The End.