Se amava quel viso non indulgente, era perché era netto, espressivo e risoluto.Vedeva, o gli sembrava di vedere, come tali qualità fossero state mascherate o soffocate da atteggiamenti più convenziona...
As for Fergus. He had a habit which Maud was not experienced enough to recognise as a common one in ex-lovers of giving little tugs at the carefully severed spider-threads or puppet-strings which had...
I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.
Failure with clay was more complete and more spectacular than with other forms of art. You are subject to the elements... Any one of the old four - earth, air, fire, water - can betray you and melt, o...
In the end it wins a king's daughter, who is expected to burn its hedgehog-skin at night, and does so, and finds herself clasping a beautiful prince, all singed and soot-black. Christabel says, 'And i...
They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriously," he said, pushing the lift button, summoning it from the depths.As it creaked up, Blackadder said...
There are readings—of the same text—that are dutiful, readings that map and dissect, readings that hear a rustling of unheard sounds, that count grey little pronouns for pleasure or instruction and fo...
So—I went on, on my own—deeper and deeper into the silent Tunnel of the Ride—not so sure of where I was and yet not anxious either, not concerned about my companions nor even about the nearness of—cer...
Things had changed between them nevertheless. They were children of a time and culture which mistrusted love, 'in love', romantic love, romance , and which nevertheless in revenge proliferated sexual...
Contemporary' was in those days [1953] synonymous with 'modern' as it had not been before and is not now [1977].
History, writing, infect after a time a man's sense of himself...
You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.'
I wanted to be a Poet and a Poem.
Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.
Outside our small safe place flies mystery.
[H]is mouth pursed, but pursed in American, more generous than English pursing, ready for broader vowels and less mincing sounds. His body was long and lean and trim; he had American hips, ready for a...
Infatti devi sapere che io avevo un fratello gemello, bello come il giorno, e gentile come un cerbiatto, e sano come pane fresco e burro.
No man has a right to dictate another man's inner life - the furniture inside his skull.
You asked, why are the poor poor. I was struck by that.What I can’t see—what I really can’t see—is why everyone doesn’t ask themselves that, all the time . How can these people bear to go to church an...
No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.