Quotes of T. Coraghessan Boyle - somelinesforyou

“ I was reading, absorbed in an assault on K2 by a team of Japanese mountaineers, my lungs constricting in the thin burning air, the deadly sting of windlashed ice in my face, when the record Le Sacre du Printemps caught in the groove with a gnashing squeal as if a stageful of naiads, dryads and spandex satyrs had simultaneously gone lame. ”