Sherwood Anderson
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that. — Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio (The Franklin Library; First Thus edition, January 1, 1980)
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that. — Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio (The Franklin Library; First Thus edition, January 1, 1980)
“The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.” ― China Miéville, Perdido Street Station (Macmillian; 1ST edition, January 1, 2001)
The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour. ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (Simon & Schuster, January 1, 2012) Originally October 19, 1953.
The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.
He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (Alfred A. Knopf, 1988)
We had hung together in a vast common loneliness almost like love. — Barry Hannah, from “Two Gone Over.” High Lonesome (Grove Press, 1996)
It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the North Pole, I the South—so much in balance, in agreement—and yet … the whole world lies between. — Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again (Harper & Row, 1940)
When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything? — Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, May 17, 2005)
You have to pay attention, take the world in before you can accurately let it out again. There’s something to be said for silence, exile and cunning. – Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow (Putnam Adult; 1St Edition, March 3, 2005)
I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things out of this marred and clumsy world… — W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore (Wildside Press, 2005)