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. Advertisements
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
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. — Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan. (Delacorte 1959)
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
Singing accurately So that the notes mount straight up out of the well of Dim noon and rival the tiny, sparkling yellow flowers Growing around the bring of the quarry, encapsulates The different weights of things. But it isn’t enough To just go on singing. — John Ashbery, from ‘Syringa” The Vintage Book… Continue reading John Ashbery
Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. . (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
[O]nly death can get us out of this and maybe not even death. Maybe it’s too late; we’ll carry this deterioration with us to the next life. — Philip K. Dick, Dr. Bloodmoney. (Vintage; Reprint edition, May 14, 2002) Originally published 1965.