When she does not find love, she may find poetry.. ― Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex. (Vintage; Later Printing Used edition, December 17, 1989)
We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about. – Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. (Anchor June 1, 1991) Originally published 1988.
I don’t have to have faith, I have experience. ― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. (Anchor June 1, 1991) Originally published 1988.
I have flowed, become stagnant, festered, I have fallen from above. Mass, rhythmic, in harmony with my millions of drops, I have rained. I have been earth with the earths. Foaming, humid, I have slept a faceless face down. I have. Had. Lived. Done. Been. All the words that grow before the tip of the… Continue reading Hélène Cixous
I don’t like remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don’t like to feel things. As I’m staring down at the piece of paper, I’m thinking I could spend the rest of my life becoming an expert at forgetting. —Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang… Continue reading Benjamin Alire Sáenz
To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place – an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny… Continue reading Michel de Certeau