If she fell, if she broke, you’d find a million fragments in the morning. Bright crystal and clear wine on the parquet flooring, that’s all you’d see at dawn.
Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters.
What a dreadful surprise. For everyone knows, is absolutely certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But lets not talk about em eh? By the time the consequences catch up to you its too late isn’t it?
A train has a poor memory; it soon puts all behind it.
I suppose it’s an unconscious little stream of wit that flows quietly under everything I do or say.
They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they’re fascinated with the snake-pit.
Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.
It’s a lonely life, but you’re used to it now, aren’t you?
In the morning he would not have needed sleep, for all the warm odors and sights of a complete country night would have rested and slept him while his eyes were wide and his mouth, when he thought to test it, was half a smile.
I lie here sleeping, and these people are the fragments of my bloodless dreaming.
Nos pasamos la vida aprendiendo a olvidar.
The man just opened his mouth, which meant that all kinds of secret doors in his body gave way. He did not sing so much as let his soul free. – “Green Shadows, White Whale.
Sleeping beauty awoke at the kiss of a scientist and expired at the fatal puncture of his syringe.
The multicolored or grey lights touching their faces, but never really touching them...
The women in my life have all been librarians, English teachers, or booksellers. If they couldn’t speak pidgin Tolstoy, articulate Henry James, or give me directions to Usher and Ox, it was no go. I have always longed for education, and pillow talk’s the best.
It doesn’t have to be the greatest. It does have to be you.
Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he’s the Lord of all Creation.
Mistakes can be profited by Man, when i was young I showed my ignorance in people’s faces. They beat me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn.
Let the war turn off the families. Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.
Will any of those men under you ever really understand all this? They’re professional cynics, and it’s too late for them. Why do you want to go back with them? So you can keep up with the Joneses? To buy a gyro just like the Smith has? To listen to music with your pocketbook instead of your glands?