When all trace of our existence is gone, for whom then will this be a tragedy?
Ultimately there is nothing to know and no one to know it.
If someone said to you that you had thrown your life away over a woman what would you say? Well thrown.
And you will never know the depth of your heart until you are presented with the opportunity for revenge. Only then will you know what you are capable of.
You’re free white and twenty-one so I reckon you can do whatever you want.
He knew that he should wonder what was to become of him.
Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land. He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
What’s in a shadow? Do they move along at the speed of the light that casts them? How deep do they get?
People will tell a stranger on a bus what they wont tell their spouse.
He had asked her if she believed in an afterlife and she said that she did not discount such a thing. That it could be. She just doubted that it could be for her. If there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned? Lastly she said that God was not interested in our theology but only in our silence.
Because beauty has power to call forth a grief that is beyond the reach of other tragedies. The loss of a great beauty can bring an entire nation to its knees. Nothing else can do that.
That there is little joy in the world is not just a view of things. Every benevolence is suspect. You finally figure out that the world does not have you in mind. It never did.
The point, Squire, is that where they used to be confined to State institutions or to the mudrooms and attics of remote country houses they are now abroad everywhere. The government pays them to travel. To procreate, for that matter. I’ve seen entire families here that can best be explained as hallucinations. Hordes of drooling dolts lurching through the streets. Their inane gibbering. And of course no folly so deranged or pernicious as to escape their advocacy.
The simplest undertaking is predicated upon a future that has no warrant.
Names are important. They set the parameters for the rules of engagement. The origin of language is in the single sound that designates the other person. Before you do something to them.
Still, I’ve got to hand it to you. As the trick said to the blind hooker.
This the day to shape the days upon.
Those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.
The arrival of language was like the invasion of a parasitic system. Co-opting those areas of the brain that were the least dedicated. The most susceptible to appropriation.
I suppose in the end what we have to offer is only what we’ve lost.