# The Drowned Life

- Author: [Jeffrey Ford](https://www.leafyquotes.com/jeffrey-ford.md)
- Quotes: 8
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/jeffrey-ford/the-drowned-life

## Quotes

> An honor it was, too, as he told me, “You know that because you don’t get paid anything for it.”

p. 37

> “There is only one term for this war,” said the old man with the sunglasses. “‘Clusterfuck.’ Cluster as in ‘cluster’ and fuck as in ‘fuck.’ No more need be said.”

p. 9

> The lion is fur, muscle, tendon, claw, and speed, five important ingredients of the unfathomable.

p. 119

> The semester began, and I soon discovered that abstract painting was still the order of the day at the university. Most of the professors had come of age in their own work during the late fifties and sixties and were still channeling the depleted spirit of Jackson Pollock; second- and third-rate abstract expressionists tutoring young painters in the importance of ignoring the figure. The canvases were vast, the paint apply liberally, and the bigger the mess the more praise the piece garnered.

p. 187

> After my mother finally quit drinking, she entered a brief epoch of peace in her life. Gone were the paranoia, the accusations, the belittlements, the bitter rage of judgment, the look of fear. For years, nearly every day a lost weekend, she had been possessed by the dark amber ghast of gag-sweet Taylor Cream Sherry. Living with her back then had been like living with a vampire whose bite drained but never conferred immortality.

p. 91

> My choice of dog was the quarter pounder. That’s right, the Hindenburg of Wawa processed meat products. Two of those and you were doing a half pound of sodium nitrates (is that the stuff they use for explosives?) and animal by-products with a little food coloring added. This stuff can’t be good for you. Even while I was biting into these things, I was picturing a third eye growing in my asshole. It was Russian roulette and I was putting the barrel to my head at least twice a day. I’d become addicted to hot dogs while on the rebound from cigarettes.

p. 129

> I had, at the time, an irrational, Luddite inclination that there was something morally bankrupt about making art with a computer.

p. 187

> There is no certainty but that there is no certainty.

p. 272