Be like Sindbad. Venture forth! Embosom the waves, let your shoes be sucked from your feet and your very trousers enticed by the frothing deep. The ambiguous sea awaits, I told them, marry it!There’s...
The thing about books is, there are quite a number you don't have to read.
You told me that Kafka was not a thinker, and that a "genetic" approach to his work would disclose that much of it was only a kind of very imaginative whining. That was during the period when you were...
He gives her his Art History lecture.
Mead for my men!
There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that l...
Fragments are the only forms I trust.
He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were nec...
See the moon? It hates us.
And eloquence, Henry Mackie says, is really all any of us can hope for.
How can you be alienated without first having been connected?
I spoke to Sylvia. Do you think this is a good life?
The daughters are tired of kissing each other, although some are not.
Yes, the saint was underrated quite a bit, then, mostly by people who didn’t like things that were ineffable……a lot of people don’t like things that are unearthly, the things of this earth are good en...
Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world goi...
—What do the children say?—There's a thing the children say.—What do the children say?—They say: Will you always love me?—Always.—Will you always remember me?—Always.—Will you remember me a year from...
There was a certain amount of initial argumentation about the meaning of the balloon; this subsided, because we have learned not to insist on meanings, and they are rarely even looked for now, except...
Ma non ci riuscì, a pensare. Pensare era al di sopra delle sue possibilità. Io lo capisco bene. Anch’io ho i miei problemi. I finali sfuggono. Le parti centrali non si trovano mai, ma peggio di tutto...
It is a curiosity of writing about angels that, very often, one turns out to be writing about men.
I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.