Nicholson Baker Quotes

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.

Poetry is prose in slow motion.

Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.

Who cares about my cock? It'll fend for itself.

There is no good word for stomach; just as there is no good word for girlfriend. Stomach is to girlfriend as belly is to lover, and as abdomen is to consort, and as middle is to petite amie.

Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment - I need to see how they dance.'

'Okay.' She danced, and as she danced, she tried to think of the most delicious salads she could imagine - with artichokes and sundried tomato and blue cheese dressing, and beets, lots of beets.