She lay in the darkness of her white satin bedroom, the mirrors throwing aureoles of false moonlight, the rows of perfume bottles creating false suspended gardens. — Anaïs Nin, from “Stella,” Winter of Artifice: Three Novelettes (Swallow Press, 1945
I would prefer not to. ― Herman Melville, Bartleby, the Scrivener. (Melville House; 58087th edition May 1, 2004) Originally published November 1853.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is. ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea. (Scribner; Classic edition June 10, 1996) Originally published 1952.
Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. — Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (Random House 1958)
…no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If… Continue reading D. H. Lawrence
One viewed the existence of man then as a marvel, and conceded a glamour of wonder to these lice which were caused to cling to a whirling, fire-smote, ice-locked, disease-stricken, space-lost bulb. ― Stephen Crane, from “The Blue Hotel.” Short story published serially in Collier’s Weekly (Nov. 26-Dec. 3, 1898), and then in the collection… Continue reading Stephen Crane
Junky’s Christmas IT WAS Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct jail. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat. This… Continue reading William S. Burroughs