May 2012
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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting the rest of our lives.”
– Lemony Snicket
April 2012
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Julius Caesar.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
~ William Shakespeare
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The Bell Jar.
I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffinshaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes and sizes of the water taps and the...
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“But it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person...”
– Alice In Wonderland
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The Knight’s Tale.
Haven’t you heard the old proverbial saw “Who ever bound a lover by a law?” Love is a law unto itself. My hat! What earthly man can have more law than that? All man-made law, all positive injunction Is broken every day without compunction For love. A man must love, for all his wit; There’s no escape though he should die for it, Be she a maid, a widow or a wife.’
~ The Canterbury Tales
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Love In The Time Of Cholera.
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had...
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“He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long...”
– Robert Cormier
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Where Are Regrets Kept?
Perhaps in the hollow space between my clavicle and scapula-
That’s where your chin rested all summer long
and that’s where the tears fell in September.
~ Unknown
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The City Of Glass.
He had nothing to fall back on anymore but himself. And of all the things he discovered during the days he was there, this was the one he did not doubt; that he was falling. What he did not understand, however, was this: in that he was falling, how could he be expected to catch himself as well? Was it possible to be at the top and the bottom at the same time? It did not seem to make sense.
~ Paul...
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“Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.”
– Virginia Woolf
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April.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
~ Robert Frost
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Midnight.
Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to...
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“There’s no point making an effort to love you anymore.”
– Sayed Kashua
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Epitath On The World.
Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was past, Its silver manhood went as fast, An iron age drew on at last; ‘Tis vain its character to tell, The several fates which it befell, What year it died, when ‘twill arise, We only know that here it lies.
~ Henry David Thoreau
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“I think there’s a kind of desperate hope built into poetry that one really...”
– W. S. Merwin
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Writer.
I don’t like the way they wear their clothes, I don’t like their shoes and I don’t like their books. I don’t like their tone of voice. I don’t like the way they puke after three drinks. Writers are very despicable people. Plumbers are better, used car salesmen are better; they are all more human than writers. Writers become human only when they sit at the typewriter. Then they can become good or...
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Quite New A Thing.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric...
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“We talked death and this was life for us, lasting in spite of us.”
– Anne Sexton
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East Of Eden.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.
~ John Steinbeck
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Escape.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
~ Robert Frost
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“I haven’t an ounce of hope in my heart.”
– Sayed Kashua
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Story.
She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.
~ Michael Ondaatje
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Song Of Myself.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep...
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“There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even...”
– 1984
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