Samuel Beckett
In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes, ― Samuel Beckett, Moll oy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable (Everyman’s Library, September 16, 1997) Originally published 1958
Category: Trilogy
William S. Burroughs
The ‘Other Half’ is the word. The ‘Other Half’ is an organism. Word is an organism. The presence of the ‘Other Half’ is a separate organism attached to your nervous system on an air line of words can now be demonstrated experimentally. One of the most common ‘hallucinations’ of subject during sense withdrawal is the… Continue reading William S. Burroughs
Philip Pullman
You won’t understand anything about the imagination until you realise that it’s not about making things up, it’s about perception. — Philip Pullman, The Book of Dust: Volume Two; The Secret. (RHCP Digital Commonwealth’ October 3rd 2019)
Aeschylus
He who learns must suffer And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, And in our own despite, against our will, Comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God. ― Aeschylus, The Orestei. 458 BCE
Dave Matthes
…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church. ― Dave Matthes, Bar Nights. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 6, 2015)
Samuel Beckett
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker. ― Samuel Beckett, Molloy. (Grove Press, January 12, 1994) Originally published 1951.
Samuel Becket
Weary with my weariness, white last moon, sole regret, not even. To be dead, before her, on her, with her, and turn, dead on dead, about poor mankind, and never have to die anymore, from among the living. Not even, not even that. My moon was here below, far below, the little I was able… Continue reading Samuel Becket
Samuel Beckett
I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of them, those that merge, those that part, those that never meet, and nothing else, yes, something else, that… Continue reading Samuel Beckett
Paul Auster
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle. — Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition, March 28, 2006) Originally published 1987.
Isaac Asimov
If you’re born in a cubicle and grow up in a corridor, and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown. — Isaac Asimov, Foundation. (Spectra; Reissue edition, June 1, 2004) Originally published 1951.
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