I am trying to imagine language without light, as though I wanted to understand how things were before language, when, deep in the throat, syllables and vowels were not yet organized and it was necessary to tilt one’s head back to allow sounds to fly through the open air, terrifying, guttural or strident. — Nicole… Continue reading Nicole Brossard
His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope. ― William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow. (Harvill Pr, May 1998) Originally published 1979.
I was jealous; therefore I loved. ― Jack London, The Sea Wolf. (Alan Rodgers Books, June 1, 2005) Originally published 1904.
However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more’s the pity. So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and to be spent… Continue reading Herman Melville
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. ― Albert Camus, L’Étranger. (Gauthier-Villars, July 1, 2001) Originally published 1942.
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (Houghton Mifflin, 2002)
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. (Plaza y Janes, January 3, 2006) Originally published Ocatober 1953.