I Sit By The Window I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you’ve got caviar? The triumph of the Gothic style would come to pass and turn you on–no need for coke, or grass. I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen. When I loved, I loved deeply.… Continue reading Joseph Brodsky
…and love, as an act, lacks a verb. ― Joseph Brodsky, from “I Sit By The Window,” Collected Poems in English. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; Reprint edition April 1, 2002)
But you see, the measure of hell you’re able to endure is the measure of your love. ― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. (Berkley; Reprint edition August 1, 1999) Originally published 1957.
If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It’s no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for… Continue reading Ayn Rand
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis, dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in tails, on truffles. —Joseph Brodsky, from “May 24, 1980,” Collected Poems in English. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; Reprint edition April 1, 2002)
Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person… Continue reading Ayn Rand