That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. — David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest. (Back Bay Books; 1st Paperback Ed edition February 1, 1997)
Now the hour bends down and touches me with its clear, metallic ring: my senses tremble. The feeling forms: I can— and I grasp the malleable day. Nothing was complete before I saw it, all becoming stood still. My eyes are ripe, and whatever they desire approaches like a bride. Nothing is too small: against… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle. — Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition, March 28, 2006) Originally published 1987.
To taste the salt of the stars in the sea. To love another more than oneself. To know this is to know everything. — Anne Michaels, from “Ask Aloud,” All We Saw (Alfred A. Knopf, 2017)
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky