We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness. (Blackwood’s Magazine 1899 serial; 1902 book) Originally published 1899.
There are always mystical countries that are a part of one’s childhood. Those we remember and visit sometimes when we are asleep and dreaming. They are as lovely at night as they were when we were children. If you ever go back to see them they are not there. But they are as fine in… Continue reading Ernest Hemingway,
The soul is the weariest part of the body. ―Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky. (Penguin Books June 1, 2007) Originally published 1949.
Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible… Continue reading Joseph Conrad
I’m a candle flame that sways in currents of air you can’t see. You need to be the one who steadies me to burn. — Nadine Gordimer, The House Gun. (Trafalgar Square; First Edition edition February 18, 1999)
Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere. ― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt. (Interlink Pub Group; Trade Paperback Edition edition May 1, 2003) Originally published 1987.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the… Continue reading Beryl Markham