Donald Barthelme

“See the moon? It hates us.”

“The death of God left the angels in a strange position.”

“- Love, which is a kind of permission to come closer than ordinary norms of good behavior might usually sanction. - Back rubs. - Which enables us to see each other without clothes on, for ex...”

“Painters, especially American painters since the Second World War, have been much more troubled, beset by formal perplexity, than American writers. They've been a laboratory for everybody.”