The passing of time exacerbates and intensifies any storm, even though there wasn’t the tiniest cloud on the horizon at the beginning. We cannot know what time will do to us with its fine, indistinguishable layers upon layers, we cannot know what it might make of us. It advances stealthily, day by day and hour… Continue reading Javier Marias
When you have no future, you live in the past. ― John Grisham, Sycamore Row. (Doubleday; 1st edition, October 22, 2013)
Life steals everything. — Katherine Hepburn [Violet Venable] Suddenly, Last Summer (1959) Directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz. Based on the play of the same name written by Tennessee Williams. (Dramatists Play Service, Inc., January 1998) Originally published January 1st 1958.
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking. — Angela Carter, from “The… Continue reading Angela Carter
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass an’ the… Continue reading David Mitchel
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. (Virago Press Ltd; New Ed edition May 19, 2001)
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead. — Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost. (Ballantine Books; Reprint edition August 30, 2005)