Irony? Irony can never be more than our own personal Maginot line; the drawing of it, for the most part, purely arbitrary.
I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a...
I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was...
Hopefully you'll be able to make sense of what I can represent though still fail to understand.
Both pieces are similar in one way:what one could believe, one doubts. Nicoise because one depends upon the moral sense of the filmmaker, The Navidson Record because one depends upon the moral sense o...
Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.
the seriousness of emotional deprivation:It is not difficult to understand how children who have suffered from malnutrition or starvation need food and plenty of care in their bodies are to recover so...
When Unguarded Thoughts Returned Over Breakfast--He needs to eatand so opens the fridge to retrievealong with breada brick of butter.--[illegible], Paris.July 26, 1988
To repeat: her voice has life. It possesses a quality not present in the original, revealing how a nymph can return a different and more meaningful story, in spite of telling the same story.
To read actually comes from the Latin reri to calculate, to think which is not only the progenitor of read but of reason as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein to fit. Aside from giving...
Our newness lies only in parts rearranged.
One forgetsthat one is one.I must trytoremember this.
Navidson's troubles might not have created the house, but they did ultimately shape the way he faced it.
Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.
I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance to scratch a deep hole in the back of my retina, so that when I finally did t...
But tomorrow came faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction th...
Aside from recurrance, revision, and commensurate symbolic reference, echoes also reveal emptiness. Since objects always impede acoustic reflection, only empty places can create echoes of lasting clar...
This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediately. You'll finish [the book] and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. You'll be s...
Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murd...
Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as the big bang - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago.*Typo: destiny should read density...