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Nick Hornby’s “High Fidelity” Quotes (39 Quotes)


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  • We were little animals, which is not to imply that by the end of the week we were tearing our tank tops off; just that, metaphorically speaking, we had begun to sniff each other's bottoms, and we did not find the odor entirely repellent.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • It's no wonder we're all such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"- Rob
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • A while back, when Dick and Barry and I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like, Barry proposed the idea of a questionnaire for prospective partners.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")


  • What really matters is what you like, not what you are like
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • What was in it for me? I wasn't asking for any sort of reciprocation, after all. Why didn't she want her erogenous zones stimulated? I have no idea. All I know is that you could, if you wanted to, find the answers to all sorts of difficult questions buried in that terrible war-torn interregnum between the first pubic hair and the first soiled Trojan.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • But I want to see Clara, Charlie's friend, who's right up my street. I want to see her because I don't know where my street is; I don't even know which part of town it's in, which city, which country, so maybe she'll enable me to get my bearings.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there's the size-doesn't-matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problemàand what do women have to worry about? A handful of cellulite? Join the club. A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • What went wrong? Nothing and everything.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • Do I want to be like him? Not really, I don't think. But I find myself worrying away at that stuff about pop music again, whether I like it because I'm unhappy, or whether I'm unhappy because I like.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • Most days, for the last dozen or so years, I attributed to Charlie, or at least to our breakup, most things that have gone wrong for me. Like: I wouldn't have packed in college; I wouldn't have gone to work in Record and Tape; I wouldn't have had an unsatisfactory personal life. This is the woman who broke my heart, who ruined my life, this woman is single-handedly responsible for my poverty and directionlessness and failure, the woman I dreamed about regularly for a good five years.
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

  • Why is failure the first thing I think of when I find myself in this sort of situation? Why can't I just enjoy myself? But if you have to ask the question, then you know you're lost: self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy. Already I'm wondering whether she's as aware of my erection as I am...
    (Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")


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