Party
Quotes - Did you know you can rent bulls?
“The
more bleach in the bedsheets, the greater Chastity's impulse to roll around in
them. A party would be thrown, she decided, the kind that would tell a small
story in the contents of the dustpan the next morning. Detached sequins and
mint leaves muddled by high heels, shrimp tales mixed in with a few shards of
broken glass, a crust of bread. She rolled in her bleached sheets until they
wrapped around her like a storm, and she fell asleep in the eye of it.”
―
Amelia Gray, AM/PM
“Really,
nobody was there?” I asked.
“Well,
nobody important,” he said, putting his glasses back on and blinking.”
―
Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
“The
stars glittered in the sky and as the number of people at the party grew there
were merging conversations and laughter and bodies moving in outlines around
the kegs of beer in a curtsy of youth.”
―
Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
“I
always think the opening moments of a party are the hardest, before everyone
has had enough to drink.”
―
Stephanie Clifford, Everybody Rise
“A
late arrival had the impression of lots of loud people unnecessarily grouped
within a smoke-blue space between two mirrors gorged with reflections. Because,
I suppose, Cynthia wished to be the youngest in the room, the women she used to
invite, married or single, were, at the best, in their precarious forties; some
of them would bring from their homes, in dark taxis, intact vestiges of good
looks, which, however, they lost as the party progressed. It has always amazed
me - the capacity sociable weekend revelers have of finding almost at once, by
a purely empiric but very precise method, a common denominator of drunkenness,
to which everybody loyally sticks before descending, all together, to the next
level. The rich friendliness of the matrons was marked by tomboyish overtones,
while the fixed inward look of amiably tight men was like a sacrilegious parody
of pregnancy. Although some of the guests were connected in one way or another
with the arts, there was no inspired talk, no wreathed, elbow-propped heads,
and of course no flute girls. From some vantage point where she had been
sitting in a stranded mermaid pose on the pale carpet with one or two younger
fellows, Cynthia, her face varnished with a film of beaming sweat, would creep
up on her knees, a proffered plate of nuts in one hand, and crisply tap with
the other the athletic leg of Cochran or Corcoran, an art dealer, ensconced, on
a pearl-grey sofa, between two flushed, happily disintegrating ladies.
At a
further stage there would come spurts of more riotous gaiety. Corcoran or
Coransky would grab Cynthia or some other wandering woman by the shoulder and
lead her into a corner to confront her with a grinning imbroglio of private
jokes and rumors, whereupon, with a laugh and a toss of her head, he would
break away. And still later there would be flurries of intersexual chumminess,
jocular reconciliations, a bare fleshy arm flung around another woman's husband
(he standing very upright in the midst of a swaying room), or a sudden rush of
flirtatious anger, of clumsy pursuit-and the quiet half smile of Bob Wheeler
picking up glasses that grew like mushrooms in the shade of chairs. ("The
Vane Sisters")”
―
Vladimir Nabokov, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the
1940s to Now
“You
know, sometimes I think this is just not it,” he said, his glasses flashing
from the early night’s light.
He
turned toward me in a thoughtful pause.
“You
know what I mean, Tom?” he asked. “It’s just not.”
―
Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
“This
is so funny,” said Ellen, noticing the seating arrangement. “Isn’t this funny?
Tom, come sit next to Robin. Griffin, sit next to Laura.”
I
stood up and sat next to Robin while Griffin brought his chair over to Laura.
“That’s
better,” said Ellen. “Isn’t that better?”
―
Daniel Amory, Minor Snobs
“Did
you know you can rent bulls? Unfortunately, you rent them to impregnate your
cows, and NOT as a party attraction for drunk guests to ride.”
―
Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories
“It's
not a party until you dig your shin into the coffee table. Then it's a
shindig.”
―
Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories
“The
workers' party - the real one - is not a machine for parliamentary manoeuvres,
it is the accumulated and organised experience of the proletariat. It is only
with the aid of the party, which rests upon the whole history of its past,
which foresees theoretically the paths of development, all its stages, and
which extracts from it the necessary formula of action, that the proletariat
frees itself from the need of always recommencing its history: its hesitations,
its lack of decision, its mistakes”
―
Leon Trotsky, The lessons of Spain
“But
in some ways parties were serious and important too, she thought. They were a
way of suspending life, all the serious business of life, in order to do
something unimportant: and wasn't that an important thing to do?”
―
César Aira, Ghosts
“Sex
is a party thrown in the name of sensuality.”
―
Lebo Grand
“Because
I had to work that night, I drank orange juice straight and wandered through
the party, bored by but still accepting the expression that rose on every face
as I went past. “Beautiful.” “Beautiful!” “Bee-oot-ee-fool.” The expression
might be formed with wonder or contempt or warmth or disinterest, but it was
still the same coin I mechanically took and tossed on the pile.”
―
Mary Gaitskill;, Veronica
“If
life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then find someone whose life has given
them vodka and have a party!”
―
Anya Boszczyk
“I’ve
fallen in love or imagine I have; went to a party and lost my head. Bought a
horse which I don’t need at all.”
―
Leo Tolstoy
“too
late for discretion, too early for breakfast”
―
Anthony Tao, We Met in Beijing
“Where
the desert meets decadence — A YACHT Party, Dubai.”
―
Ashlie
“Don’t
think, drink!” Clarissa encourages, and before she can grab another cup, she
gasps, letting go of my hand to cover her mouth. “That’s why they call it
drinking. Replace the ‘th’ from think with ‘dr,’ and now you drink!”
―
Angeleah Grace, To My Dearest Darling
