There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina Tsvetaeva
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Like the gnawing of a mouse
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Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Those who live by the sea
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
Hermann Broch
Hermann Broch
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The truth
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.
Susan Sontag
Susan Sontag
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