Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness,… Continue reading Meg Rosoff
The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ― W.H. Auden
Self plagiarism is style — Alfred Hitchcock
My brain’s a film, I’m made of timed exposures, And pounding my ears and eyes with waves of light— These animate flakes, these pictures I call sight. But now you’re out of the picture, no one can keep Coherent sightings of you, except in language. — Anne Stevenson, from “Elegy: In Coherent Light,” Poetry (July/August… Continue reading Anne Stevenson
But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics 1998) Originally published 1932.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness… Continue reading Aldous Huxley
Maybe this world is another planet’s Hell. — Aldous Huxley, as quoted in Peter’s Quotations: Ideas for Our Time (1979) by Laurence J. Peter, p. 239.