Frédéric Beigbeder

Windows on the World

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    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    figure-hugging pantsuits
    Inhumanum Lupushas quoted5 years ago
    The novelty of this story is that everyone dies at the same time in the same place. Does death forge bonds between people? It would not appear so: they do not speak to each other. They brood, like all those who got up too early and are munching their breakfast in a lavish cafeteria. From time to time, some take photos of the view, the most beautiful view in the world. Behind the square buildings, the sea is round; the slipstreams of the boats carve out geometric shapes. Even seagulls do not come this high. The customers in Windows on the World are strangers to one other for the most part. When, inadvertently, their eyes meet, they clear their throats and bury their noses in their newspapers PDQ. Early September, early morning, everyone is in a bad mood: the holidays are over, all that’s left is wait it out until Thanksgiving. The sky is blue, but no one is enjoying it.
    Kochkin Andreihas quotedlast year
    A novelist who does not write realistic novels understands nothing of the world in which we live.
    Tom Wolfe
    Alex Somervillehas quoted2 years ago
    My family is descended from John Adams, the second President of the United States. Great-granddaddy Yorston, a man named William Harben, was the great-grandson of the man who drafted the Declaration of Independence. That’s why I’m a member of the “Sons of the American Revolution” (acronym SAR, as in Son Altesse Royale).
    Alex Somervillehas quoted2 years ago
    This building overlooks the nerve center of world capitalism and cordially suggests you go fuck yourselves.
    Alex Somervillehas quoted2 years ago
    In two hours Ill be dead; in a way, I am dead already.
    Alex Somervillehas quoted2 years ago
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, September 7, 1871
    trufanovaira2012has quoted2 years ago
    makes less of deal of it: hes the big brother. Davids always sick with something, I hate hearing him coughing all the time, it winds me up, and I cant work out if its the sound of the coughing that winds me up, or whether its anxiety, some sort of paternal love. Deep down, what annoys me is never being sure that Im good, but being absolutely certain that Im selfish.
    A Brazilian businessman lights a cigar. You have to be mad to smoke at this time of the morning. I beckon the matre d, who rushes over to him since, like every other public space in the city, Windows is non-smoking. The guy pretends this is the first hes heard of it, pretends to be shocked, demands to be shown the smoking section. The matre d explains that hell have to go down to the street! Rather than stub out his cigar, the smoker gets up and does just that, sprinting toward the elevator; no doubt a matter of principle.
    Carolina Carrizohas quoted4 years ago
    You know how it ends: everybody dies
    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    I never rebelled. I never even moved house. From my house, to get to my job at Flammarion, I walk down the same Rue de Vaugirard as the little boy whose ears and hands were frozen. I spew the same plumes of cold breath. I still do not walk on the cracks. I never escaped that morning.
    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    The only thing I remember is that being middle class doesn’t buy you happiness.
    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    My life is a disaster, but nobody notices, because I’m too polite—I smile constantly. I smile because I think that if you hide your suffering, it disappears. And it’s true, in a sense: it is invisible, and therefore it does not exist, since we live in a world that worships what is visible, demonstrable, material. My suffering is not material; it is hidden. I am my own revisionist.
    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    Powerlessness, a writer’s vanity. A useless book, like all books. The writer is like the cavalry, always arriving too late.
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    Jerry, I love you, come with Daddy, we’re going home, we’re taking your little brother home, come and surf the clouds of fire, you were my angels and nothing will ever split us up again, heaven is being with you, take a deep breath and if you’re scared, all you’ve gotta do is close your eyes. We know what self-sacrifice is too.
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    We’re not going to make it out of here. Pray for us.”
    “Couldn’t you have used the stairs?”
    “There’s no way out, no rescue services. Please, you have to believe me, don’t ask any more questions, I swear I’ve done everything I possibly could. Keep calling 911. Tell them to open the door to the roof.”
    “WAIT! Don’t hang up! Please, PLEASE!”
    The line went dead
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    One last time, the telephone manages to get through. It is Mary in tears. I didn’t try to reassure her.
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    He’s not breathing, I think maybe he just passed out.”
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    hen I turn back, Jeffrey’s holding Anthony’s head against his chest. Anthony isn’t moving.
    Bagus Dannyhas quoted4 years ago
    He puts Anthony’s head under the faucet. Anthony vomits something black
    DaryaDhas quoted4 years ago
    Truth is reinvented every morning in America. It’s a country that has decided to look like something on celluloid.
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