I brought them up here to illustrate the point of conformity: the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others. Now, those of you — I see the look in your eyes like, ‘I would’ve walked differently.’ Well, ask yourselves why you were clapping. Now, we all have a great need for… Continue reading Robin Williams
My thoughts wear me out. — Marguerite Duras, Destroy, She Said. (Grove Press; 1st edition January 18, 1994) Originally published 1969.
The poet meant, no doubt, and thus appeals To the good sense and senses of mankind, The very thing which every body feels, As all have found on trial, or may find, That no one likes to be disturb’d at meals Or love. — I won’t say more about “entwined” Or “transport,”… Continue reading George Gordon Byron
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot… Continue reading Marguerite Duras
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?… Continue reading William Shakespeare
Time is the longest distance between two places. ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie. (New Directions; Some Pages Turned Down, Name on Side edition June 17, 1999) Originally published 1945.
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream. — Euripides, Herakles (c. 416 BCE)