Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time. — Jorge Luis Borges, from “The Threatened”, The Book of Sand [El Libro de arena] (1975) Advertisements
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. (Knopf; First Edition edition August 29, 2006)
The first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide. ― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries, (Little, Brown and Company; First Edition edition, October 15, 2013)
The path to my fixed purpose is hid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. — Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or The Whale (Modern Library, 1992, originally published by Harper & Brothers, 1851)
I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. — J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (Back Bay Books; Reissue edition January 30, 2001) Originally published 1951.
I feel I understand Existence, or at least a minute part Of my existence, only through my art, In terms of combinational delight; And if my private universe scans right, So does the verse of galaxies divine Which I suspect is an iambic line. —Vladimir Nabokov, from “Canto Four,” Pale Fire: A Poem in Four… Continue reading Vladimir Nabokov
I confess that I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past sometimes feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened. – Deborah Levy, Hot Milk. (Bloomsbury USA; First Edition edition, July 12, 2016)