I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass. —Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. (Harper Perennial; a edition December 7, 2004) Originally published 1996.
She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately— a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks— a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy.… Continue reading Henry Miller
The things you used to own, now they own you. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
When two people meet and fall in love, there’s a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then… Continue reading Tom Robbins
You have to be ready to be anyone in moments of danger or love. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase. (Hawthorne Books; Original edition August 7, 2012)
And she understood, all by herself, without reading it in a novel or hearing it on a radio program, that falling passionately in love with someone, without reservation or holding back, was good for the heart. For its valves and its arteries and that invisible shadow of the heart called the soul. Falling in love… Continue reading Paulette Jiles