Citation de HenriMoufettal
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I wake to the drone of an airplane engine and the feeling of something warm dripping down my chine. I lift my hand to feel my face. My front four teeth are gone, I have a hole in my cheed, my nose is broken.
Bienvenue dans le monde de James Frey, je tente au mieux de garder le format des majuscules aux minuscules à la ponctuation. De la version originale à la couverture éponyme, donc en anglais.
Page 82
I start to fade into a state of white consciousness where I am no longer directly connected to what is being done to me. My arms are no longer my arms, my legs are not my legs, (…). My body is no longer my body. There is white. Everywhere there is white. There is agony. It is agony that is unfathomable. I try to will myself back to reality and back to the drills and the vacuums and the instruments and the cotton stuffings and the spray and the grit and the Doctors and the Nurses and the rebuilding of my teeth, but I can’t come back.
Page 99
The click click click click click makes me smile. The cylinder stops. I hook my thumbs around the trigger. I am full of booze, coke, crack, glue and gas. I am fucked up beyond comprehension.
Page 140
John smiles.
I tried to commit suicide once.
That’s too bad.
It wasn’t bad, it was funny.
Suicide isn’t funny, John.
Page 203
What do you want.
I wan’t you to stop.
I breathe hard, stare hard, tense and coiled. There is still more tree for me to destroy. I want that fucking tree. She smiles and she steps towards me, toward toward toward me, and she opens her arms and I’m breathing hard staring hard tense and coiled. (…) and she holds me and she speaks.
It’s okay.
I breathe hard, close my eyes, let myself be held.
It’s okay.
Page 243
Don’t treat me like an idiot, talk to me like I’m a fucking baby and waste my time with coloring books, and I won’t treat you like the enemy.
Page 259
I was shaking and shaken. I know I was dreaming, but it doesn’t matter. It was real.
Page 307
I am Tony, an dI’m the husband of an Alcoholic.
Everyone says Hello, Tony. And the introduction moves around the Room. Mother of a heroin addict, Meth addict, Wife of a Crack addict, Alcoholic, son and daughter of an Alcoholic, Vidadin addict, Pregnant wife of a Crack addict.
Page 356
Why do you think it didn’t work?
Same reason that if you keep a dog on a short leash it’s more aggressive. Same reason if you keep a Prisoner in solitary for too long they become violent. Same reason Dictatorships usually ends in Revolution.
Et à chaque nouvelle partie, une feuille blanche animée d’un dessin scribouillé. Je m’en rappelle, je faisais les mêmes.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It’s in a million little pieces.
I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Why?
There’s nothing you can do.
Why?
It can’t be fixed.
Why?
It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.
I wake to the drone of an airplane engine and the feeling of something warm dripping down my chine. I lift my hand to feel my face. My front four teeth are gone, I have a hole in my cheed, my nose is broken.
Bienvenue dans le monde de James Frey, je tente au mieux de garder le format des majuscules aux minuscules à la ponctuation. De la version originale à la couverture éponyme, donc en anglais.
Page 82
I start to fade into a state of white consciousness where I am no longer directly connected to what is being done to me. My arms are no longer my arms, my legs are not my legs, (…). My body is no longer my body. There is white. Everywhere there is white. There is agony. It is agony that is unfathomable. I try to will myself back to reality and back to the drills and the vacuums and the instruments and the cotton stuffings and the spray and the grit and the Doctors and the Nurses and the rebuilding of my teeth, but I can’t come back.
Page 99
The click click click click click makes me smile. The cylinder stops. I hook my thumbs around the trigger. I am full of booze, coke, crack, glue and gas. I am fucked up beyond comprehension.
Page 140
John smiles.
I tried to commit suicide once.
That’s too bad.
It wasn’t bad, it was funny.
Suicide isn’t funny, John.
Page 203
What do you want.
I wan’t you to stop.
I breathe hard, stare hard, tense and coiled. There is still more tree for me to destroy. I want that fucking tree. She smiles and she steps towards me, toward toward toward me, and she opens her arms and I’m breathing hard staring hard tense and coiled. (…) and she holds me and she speaks.
It’s okay.
I breathe hard, close my eyes, let myself be held.
It’s okay.
Page 243
Don’t treat me like an idiot, talk to me like I’m a fucking baby and waste my time with coloring books, and I won’t treat you like the enemy.
Page 259
I was shaking and shaken. I know I was dreaming, but it doesn’t matter. It was real.
Page 307
I am Tony, an dI’m the husband of an Alcoholic.
Everyone says Hello, Tony. And the introduction moves around the Room. Mother of a heroin addict, Meth addict, Wife of a Crack addict, Alcoholic, son and daughter of an Alcoholic, Vidadin addict, Pregnant wife of a Crack addict.
Page 356
Why do you think it didn’t work?
Same reason that if you keep a dog on a short leash it’s more aggressive. Same reason if you keep a Prisoner in solitary for too long they become violent. Same reason Dictatorships usually ends in Revolution.
Et à chaque nouvelle partie, une feuille blanche animée d’un dessin scribouillé. Je m’en rappelle, je faisais les mêmes.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It’s in a million little pieces.
I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Why?
There’s nothing you can do.
Why?
It can’t be fixed.
Why?
It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.
