“All she’s worried about is her stupid little book, and I fucking hate it. I hate that she is ignoring me.”
―
C. Hallman,
King of Corium
“After the curtain had fallen, a raucous display of malice had erupted from the gallery, and the ensuing scene, a quarter of an hour in which Hr'y's friends close to the stage attempted to applaud over the hoots and jeers of callous roughs in the shadows - a spectacle that culminated with the play's nervous director appearing on stage to quickly apologize for the production - is one of the better documented episodes in the many biographies of Hr'y's life. What's worth revisiting is the way he described it once he mustered the courage to put it all in a letter. The play had never really had a chance, he wrote. His 'extremely human' effort was met by a mob that responded with 'roars (like those of a cage of beasts at some infernal 'Zoo')” ― J.C. Hallman
“No one goes into her room besides me. No one touches her besides me. No one torments her besides me. She is mine and mine alone. If I find any of you are doing anything to her, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat. Is that clear?” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“It's the obligation of all writers to shoulder up against the wall of the permissible and shove. Writers must shove no matter how large the obstacle and without concern for the strength of those pushing back from the other side. This shoving is made more difficult by the fact that those pushing back are very often the same shovers who moved the wall to where it now stands--they nudged it forward as far as they could stomach it, and cannot tolerate a millimeter more.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“As fucked up as it is, she is my missing piece. The calm to my storm, the virtue to my wickedness.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“Those who lead a literary life seem old when they're young and young when they're old, but they're never actually either. Like a good book, they are bound by neither category nor time.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“Marking you will show him you’re mine. It will show others you’re unavailable.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“What I want are your screams, your tears. I want you weak and immobile. I want you begging me to stop while I take and take until there’s nothing left to take.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“In the analysis of books, as in the analysis of complex world events, we hover between two kinds of error: ascribing too much meaning where there is little, if any, to be found, and ignoring meaning that stares us right in the face.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“It's only in books--actual printed books--that you can easily start and stop your reading, that you can preread and reread, and, these days, as the book itself suffers from a cluster of plagues, it seems only right to pause and assert that the books that ought to be rescued these days are not the books that require a "spoiler alert"--such books are already spoiled--but books that aren't spoiled even if you know what's going to happen, even if you peek at the end, even if you're reading them for a second, or fifth, or dozenth time.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“If literature is humanity at its absolute best, striving after the hard truths, straining to shed the egos that cripple nonliterary relationships, then books, the actual objects of books, are the physical expressions of the struggle to craft a better humanity. Entering the culture of books, even the culture of a single book--and every book is the culture of its audience--makes the world feel a little better, a little more true and welcoming.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“Nobody tells you that grief is like living two lives, one where you’re forced to move on and go day by day living, and the other where your heart bleeds with every thump. A wound that will never heal.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“I can feel her throat work under my touch as she swallows. “I know that, but you hurt me in other ways.”“Shut up, you like what I do to you. Even when I’m rough with you, you come, so don’t fucking lie.” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
“All she’s worried about is her stupid little book, and I fucking hate it. I hate that she is ignoring me. I hate that my dick is getting hard just from looking at her.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“Did you save yourself for a fairytale prince from one of your stupid books?” His voice is strained and raspy now, like he is holding himself back, only hanging on by a threat. “Or were you just too good for anybody else to spread your legs?” he taunts.” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
“I do. I want five hundred an hour,” I tell him, keeping my voice even and strong. “Five hundred? Do you think you have some kind of unicorn pussy?” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
“After the curtain had fallen, a raucous display of malice had erupted from the gallery, and the ensuing scene, a quarter of an hour in which Hr'y's friends close to the stage attempted to applaud over the hoots and jeers of callous roughs in the shadows - a spectacle that culminated with the play's nervous director appearing on stage to quickly apologize for the production - is one of the better documented episodes in the many biographies of Hr'y's life. What's worth revisiting is the way he described it once he mustered the courage to put it all in a letter. The play had never really had a chance, he wrote. His 'extremely human' effort was met by a mob that responded with 'roars (like those of a cage of beasts at some infernal 'Zoo')” ― J.C. Hallman
“No one goes into her room besides me. No one touches her besides me. No one torments her besides me. She is mine and mine alone. If I find any of you are doing anything to her, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat. Is that clear?” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“It's the obligation of all writers to shoulder up against the wall of the permissible and shove. Writers must shove no matter how large the obstacle and without concern for the strength of those pushing back from the other side. This shoving is made more difficult by the fact that those pushing back are very often the same shovers who moved the wall to where it now stands--they nudged it forward as far as they could stomach it, and cannot tolerate a millimeter more.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“As fucked up as it is, she is my missing piece. The calm to my storm, the virtue to my wickedness.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“Those who lead a literary life seem old when they're young and young when they're old, but they're never actually either. Like a good book, they are bound by neither category nor time.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“Marking you will show him you’re mine. It will show others you’re unavailable.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“What I want are your screams, your tears. I want you weak and immobile. I want you begging me to stop while I take and take until there’s nothing left to take.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“In the analysis of books, as in the analysis of complex world events, we hover between two kinds of error: ascribing too much meaning where there is little, if any, to be found, and ignoring meaning that stares us right in the face.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“It's only in books--actual printed books--that you can easily start and stop your reading, that you can preread and reread, and, these days, as the book itself suffers from a cluster of plagues, it seems only right to pause and assert that the books that ought to be rescued these days are not the books that require a "spoiler alert"--such books are already spoiled--but books that aren't spoiled even if you know what's going to happen, even if you peek at the end, even if you're reading them for a second, or fifth, or dozenth time.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“If literature is humanity at its absolute best, striving after the hard truths, straining to shed the egos that cripple nonliterary relationships, then books, the actual objects of books, are the physical expressions of the struggle to craft a better humanity. Entering the culture of books, even the culture of a single book--and every book is the culture of its audience--makes the world feel a little better, a little more true and welcoming.” ― J.C. Hallman, B & Me: A True Story of Literary Arousal
“Nobody tells you that grief is like living two lives, one where you’re forced to move on and go day by day living, and the other where your heart bleeds with every thump. A wound that will never heal.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“I can feel her throat work under my touch as she swallows. “I know that, but you hurt me in other ways.”“Shut up, you like what I do to you. Even when I’m rough with you, you come, so don’t fucking lie.” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
“All she’s worried about is her stupid little book, and I fucking hate it. I hate that she is ignoring me. I hate that my dick is getting hard just from looking at her.” ― C. Hallman, King of Corium
“Did you save yourself for a fairytale prince from one of your stupid books?” His voice is strained and raspy now, like he is holding himself back, only hanging on by a threat. “Or were you just too good for anybody else to spread your legs?” he taunts.” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
“I do. I want five hundred an hour,” I tell him, keeping my voice even and strong. “Five hundred? Do you think you have some kind of unicorn pussy?” ― C. Hallman, The Hate Vow
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