Friday, October 29, 2010

Books went on living

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

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Like the gnawing of a mouse

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

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Love is friendship set on fire.
Jeremy Taylor

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