How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. — W.H. Auden, from “The More Loving One,” Homage to Clio. (Random House 1960)
That is probably the most painful part: when you are still tormented by the thought that one last effort of will might improve things. — Geoff Dyer, The Colour of Memory (Canongate Books, 2012)
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.