I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. ― Albert Camus, L’Étranger. (Gauthier-Villars, July 1, 2001) Originally published 1942.
Language was filling my head, wild exhilaration alternated with profound despair— — Louise Glück, from “The Story of a Day,” Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2014)
If they give you ruled paper, write the other way. – Juan Ramón Jiménez, as quoted by Ray Bradbury in the epigraph in Fahrenheit 451. (Plaza y Janes, January 3, 2006) Originally published Ocatober 1953.
Robert Frost at Eighty I think there are poems greater and stranger than any I have known. I would like to find them. They are not on the greying paper of old books or chanted on obscure lips. They are not in the language of mermaids or the sharp-tongued adjectives of vanishing. They run like… Continue reading Peter Boyle
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (Houghton Mifflin, 2002)
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: —Theodore Roethke, from “I Knew a Woman,” Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke (Indiana University Press, 1964)
Hope never abandons you, you abandon it. — George Weinberg