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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ebaca51 | Monogamous. I'm interested in monogamous. I got married last May and had my honeymoon is Stykkisholmur. This year I returned to Stykkisholmur to live with my husband for three months in one small room. This extreme monogamy proved almost too much for us. Rather than murder each other we rented a second place (Greta's house) near the pool. Now we are happily duogamous. | Anne Carson | ||
| 84f9468 | The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty, What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Likes the dogs, names, | Anne Carson | ||
| 1a26d41 | Like the terrestrial crust of the earth / which is proportionately ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures. | Anne Carson | ||
| e39651f | Your voice I know. It had me terrified. When I hear it in dreams, from time to time all my life, it sounds like a taunt--but dreams distort sound, for they send it over many waters. During these hard days, I, a pilgrim, am giving my consideration to this. I trudge along the bottom of the river and the questioning goes on in me. What are we made of but hunger and rage? His heels rise and fall in front of me. How surprised I am to be entangle.. | Anne Carson | ||
| f2b9624 | Her marble tears run down her marble face. A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief. Who has no words to say. Whose shadow mind is burning as he sits watching her hands and thinks how rare! to see a Roman talk with no gestures at all. | stranger tears | Anne Carson | |
| 59df9c1 | perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poem from the last years of her life that begins "I lose my screams" dear Antigone, I take it as the task of the translator to forbid that you should ever lose your screams" | memory trauma | Anne Carson | |
| 3b22d6b | As the coffee slid down my throat and the caffeine penetrated my haze, I wondered why he had returned so soon. I pulled my scraggly housecoat tightly around me. His gray eyes looked far too awake for this time of the day. He must be one of those morning people. After sitting contentedly for five minutes his left knee began to fidget. I enjoyed his discomfort. Call me mean, but anyone who dares enter my domain before my first cup of coffee d.. | Jo-Ann Carson | ||
| e1d8fc4 | On the Rules of Perspective A bad trick. Mistake. Dishonesty. These are the views of Braque. Why? Braque rejected perspective. Why? Someone who spends his life drawing profiles will end up believing that man has one eye, Braque felt. Braque wanted to take full possession of objects. He said as much in published interviews. Watching the small shiny planes of the landscape recede out of his grasp filled Braque with loss so he smashed them. Na.. | perspective | Anne Carson | |
| 2b638db | The instant of nature forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life leaving behind just ghosts rustling like an old map. | Anne Carson | ||
| c29dd85 | Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied. | verse | Anne Carson | |
| 902648c | You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down? She shifted to a question about airports. | Anne Carson | ||
| e5c91d5 | The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions | Anne Carson | ||
| 46536d6 | Isaiah go home and get some sleep, said God. Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation. Isaiah looked down. It was milk forcing the nipples open. Isaiah was more than whole. I am not with you am in you, said the muffled white voice of God. | Anne Carson | ||
| f08e68b | There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are not empty towns (just empty scholars) and there is no regret. Now move along. | Anne Carson | ||
| ea53551 | You are a person in love with the impossible | Anne Carson | ||
| efd424c | Three days (so I hear) she is without food, keeps her body pure of bread, longs to run herself aground in a sad secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl? | Anne Carson | ||
| 6caac94 | Forro volt a hang, mint egy szin belseje. | Anne Carson | ||
| 1ed28b3 | Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life, it's just catastrophe. | Anne Carson | ||
| 32ed2fa | In 1850 Allan Pinkerton founded the first American private detective agency; in advertisements, the company motto, "We Never Sleep" was inscribed under a large, unblinking Masonic-like eye, which gave rise to the term "private eye".... William J. Burns was an avid user of a Dictograph- a primitive listening device that could be concealed in anything from a clock to a chandelier.... Just as Allan Pinkerton, in the nineteenth century was know.. | David Grann | ||
| 27687fd | enlighten people about subjects that might otherwise be taboo. Robin Williams' comedy genius among others did it so eloquently and in doing so also taught not to take life so seriously. | Alison Allan | ||
| 6899d32 | No human pursuit achieves dignity until it can be called work, and when you can experience a physical loneliness for the tools of your trade, | Beryl Markham | ||
| 50fa4d9 | It was a small world--by one estimate, there were fewer than fifty active fans--that magnified certain personality traits. The most devoted members were usually young, obsessive, and confrontational. Disputes between clubs were driven by personal grudges, and a lone player like Wollheim could exert a disproportionate influence. The dynamics were much like those of modern online communities, except considerably slower, and a pattern was esta.. | Alec Nevala-Lee | ||
| 24e8b01 | George Pelecanos: This is what I think we did best: we showed people how things work, why things are the way they are. ...if you came up the way I did, you've been hearing all your life, "Why can't these kids just pull themselves up by their bootstraps to get out of the ghetto?" Like it's easy. I think in that season [three/four], we showed America why it's very difficult for them to do that, because of everything they're up against. That's.. | Jonathan Abrams | ||
| 7b0653f | To her all things are poignantly lacking -- but she is incapable of desiring anything. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 0369d0a | It is when we presume to intimacy, having been granted only tolerance, that the harsh stick falls across our impudent knuckles and we rub the pain, staring upward, startled by our ignorance. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 35aedbd | Each humid, tropic day is stillborn, and does not breathe, however lustily pregnant the night that gave it birth. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 2831996 | an experience can be as startling as the first awareness of a stranger walking by your side at night. You are the stranger. | Beryl Markham | ||
| d2c6303 | the character of a dwelling, like that of a man, grows slowly. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 95211c0 | Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane. The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, | Beryl Markham | ||
| 5b59f62 | Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it. | Beryl Markham | ||
| e3d4481 | It was a world as old as Time, but as new as Creation's hour had left it. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 972df8c | Names are keys that open corridors no longer fresh in the mind, but nonetheless familiar in the heart. | Beryl Markham | ||
| d22401d | The Equator runs close to the Rongai Valley, and, even at so high an altitude as this we hunted in, the belly of the earth was hot as live ash under our feet. Except for an occasional gust of fretful wind that flattened the high, corn-like grass, nothing uttered -- nothing in the valley stirred. The chirrup-like drone of grasshoppers was dead, birds left the sky unmarked. the sun reigned and there were no aspirants to his place. We stopped .. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 2b780ae | I am incapable of a profound remark on the workings of Destiny. It seems to get up early and go to bed very late, and it acts most generously toward the people who nudge it off the road whenever they meet it. | inspirational | Beryl Markham | |
| 727effd | if I were, even now, without either a dog or a horse in my keeping, I should feel I had lost contact with the earth. | Beryl Markham | ||
| d7db92f | Primera conclusion: para leer, hay que aprender a estar quieto. | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| ef9cf35 | Desde luego, los domingos son idiotas. | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| 3dec9c9 | La plata es como una droga, lo fundamental es tenerla, saber que esta, ir, tocarla, revisar el ropero, entre la ropa, la bolsa, ver que hay medio kilo, que hay cien mil mangos, quedarse tranquilo. Entonces recien se puede seguir viviendo. | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| 4e1c967 | Sentia atracao pelo que se denomina tipos fracassados, disse. Mas, que e, disse, um fracassado? Um homem que nao tem, talvez, todos os dons, mas muitos, inclusive bem mais do que os comuns em certos homens de sucesso. Tem esses dons, disse, e nao os explora. Ele os destroi. De modo, disse, que na realidade destroi sua vida. | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| 6ffddd4 | Narrar es jugar al poquer con un rival que puede mirarte las cartas. | crítica ficcion narración narrar póquer ricardo-piglia | Ricardo Piglia | |
| e931b3f | Empieza por legar sus bienes al Hospital Italiano, a condicion de que no se los emplee en el sostenimiento de la sala de mujeres, que son, a su juicio, seres en extremo perjudiciales | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| 3c5aaf9 | Fui a ver a Susana Campos con la ilusion de acostarme con ella, pero me recibio con su novio, los dos muy drogados. Tomaban de una botella un liquido blanquecino que habian diluido en agua anfetaminas, un LSD y algunos gramos dispersos, como polvo en el aire, de cocaina. Asi que estaban muy volados, el novio se habia subido a un arbol y hablaba desde arriba como si fuera un predicador. Para bajar, decian que fumaban porro y eso los volvia a.. | ir-al-cine no-follar | Ricardo Piglia | |
| ffc0be0 | Pero cuando estaba con una mujer, y le gustaba el modo que tenia de hablar, se la llevaba a la cama por el entusiasmo que le provocaba verla usar el preterito perfecto del indicativo, como si a presencia del pasado en el presente justificara cualquier pasion. | Ricardo Piglia | ||
| f62cb8c | Es facil reconocer el alma de una mujer en su manera de marcar un libro (atenta, minuciosa, personal, provocadora), porque si uno ama a una persona, hasta las discretas senales que deja en un libro se parecen a ella. | Ricardo Piglia |