My thoughts wear me out. — Marguerite Duras, Destroy, She Said. (Grove Press; 1st edition January 18, 1994) Originally published 1969.
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot… Continue reading Marguerite Duras
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?… Continue reading William Shakespeare
Time is the longest distance between two places. ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie. (New Directions; Some Pages Turned Down, Name on Side edition June 17, 1999) Originally published 1945.
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream. — Euripides, Herakles (c. 416 BCE)
As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods, They kill us for their sport. — William Shakespeare, King Lear, Act IV, Scene i
Comparing what we’re looking for misses the point. It’s wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we’re going out the way we came in. That’s why you can’t believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe… Continue reading Tom Stoppard