It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly —William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act IV Scene vii
…but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act IV, Scene vii
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.
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