Wednesday, May 12, 2010
GUY HOCQUENGHEM
"So I had seen him again, and nothing had happened because I didn't have the guts to speak to him. Someone else had taken him away, which I had never imagined possible. Someone who'd become completely indispensable to him, in his mind, someone who might have been me."
Thursday, February 18, 2010
JOAN DIDION
"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear."
Thursday, February 11, 2010
PAUL BOWLES
"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
HENRY GREEN
"Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations which go further than names however shared can ever go. Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone."
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
GERHARD RICHTER
"One has to believe in what one is doing, one has to commit oneself inwardly, in order to do painting. Once obsessed, one ultimately carries it to the point of believing that one might change human beings through painting. But if one lacks this passionate commitment, there is nothing left to do. Then it is best to leave it alone. For basically painting is idiocy."
Saturday, September 5, 2009
DAVID MARKSON
"And on the altar, very reverently placed, intensely there, is a dead kitten, an eggshell, a bit of string."
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