If you think of yourself as a sleeping city for example… what? You can sit quiet and hear the processes going on, going about their business; volition, desire, will, cognition, passion, conation.
Basle, Zurich, Baden, Paris — the flickering of steel rails over the arterial systems of Europe’s body: steel ganglia meeting and dividing away across mountains and valleys.
A není nové země, příteli, žádného nového moře; poněvadž město půjde pořád s tebou,navěky budeš bloudit po stejných ulicích,na stejných předměstích ducha ustydnou tvoje sny a v stejném domě pak i zeše...
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in...
That only there, in the silences of the painter or the writer can reality be reordered, reworked and made to show its significant side. Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering...
The lion-dust of desert: prophets’ tombs turned to zinc and copper at sunset on the ancient lake.
Other countries may offer you discoveries in manners or lore or landscape; Greece offers you something harder—the discovery of yourself.
Even time is money comes into the picture; and then, if you think that money is excrement for the Freudian, you understand that time must be also!
But then is not life itself a fairy-tale which we lose the power of apprehending as we grow? No matter.
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket
Bessie was News, Leaders, and Gossip; Enid was Features, Make-up and general Sub. Whenever they were at a loss for copy they would mercilessly pillage ancient copies of Punch or Home Chat. An occasion...
An artist does not have a personal life as we do, he hides it, forcing us to go to his books if we wish to touch the true source of his feelings. Underneath all his preoccupations with sex, society, r...
اننا عادة ما نولد لكي نحب هؤلاء الذين يصيبوننا بالجراح اكثر من غيرهمرباعية الإسكندرية - بلتازار
Am recalling now how during that last spring (forever) we walked together at full moon, overcome by the soft dazed air of the city, the quiet ablutions of water and moonlight that polished it like a g...
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
One word ‘love’ has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.
He sits all day on the terrace of the Brokers' Club watching women pass, with the restless eye of someone endlessly shuffling through an old soiled pack of cards.
He felt that his mind had become a battle-ground for the forces of good and evil and that his task was to strain every nerve to recognize them, but it was not easy.
God’s real and subtle nature must be clear of distinctions: a glass of spring-water, tasteless, odourless, merely refreshing: and surely its appeal would be to the few, the very few, real contemplativ...
Every variety of the name of flesh, old flesh quailing upon aged bones, or the unquenched flesh of boys and women on limbs infirm with the desires that could be represented in effigy but not be slaked...