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  • #1
    Sabrina Orah Mark
    “The prose poem for me becomes a kind of chamber with no way out… a kind of hunt, because what is hunt but a breathing thing caught inside the house or the body or the box without the possibility of an exit?”
    Sabrina Orah Mark

  • #2
    Joan Didion
    “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
    Joan Didion, The White Album

  • #3
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #4
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “There are teachers and students with square minds who are by nature meant to undergo the fascination of catagories. For them, 'schools' and 'movements' are everything; by painting a group symbol on the brow of mediocrity, they condone their own incomprehension of true genius.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #5
    Joan Didion
    “I recall an August afternoon in Chicago in 1973 when I took my daughter, then seven, to see what Georgia O’Keeffe had done with where she had been. One of the vast O’Keeffe ‘Sky Above Clouds’ canvases floated over the back stairs in the Chicago Art Institute that day, dominating what seemed to be several stories of empty light, and my daughter looked at it once, ran to the landing, and kept on looking. "Who drew it," she whispered after a while. I told her. "I need to talk to her," she said finally.”
    Joan Didion, The White Album

  • #6
    Jean Genet
    “She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings...”
    Jean Genet, Querelle of Brest

  • #7
    J.D. Salinger
    “You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #8
    J.D. Salinger
    “The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #9
    M.F.K. Fisher
    “Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg before it is broken.”
    M.F.K. Fisher
    tags: egg, food

  • #10
    William Blake
    “Exuberance is beauty.”
    William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

  • #11
    James Joyce
    “I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #12
    Janet Fitch
    “I’ll tell you this: history is the sound of a floor underneath a rotten regime, termite-ridden and ready to fall. It groans. It smells like ozone before a storm.”
    Janet Fitch, The Revolution of Marina M.

  • #13
    C.G. Jung
    “The erotic instinct is something questionable, and will always be so whatever a future set of laws may have to say on the matter. It belongs, on the one hand, to the original animal nature of man, which will exist as long as man has an animal body. On the other hand, it is connected with the highest forms of the spirit. But it blooms only when the spirit and instinct are in true harmony. If one or the other aspect is missing, then an injury occurs, or at least there is a one-sided lack of balance which easily slips into the pathological. Too much of the animal disfigures the civilized human being, too much culture makes a sick animal.”
    C.G. Jung

  • #14
    C.G. Jung
    “Only boldness can deliver from fear. And if the risk is not taken, the meaning of life is somehow violated, and the whole future is condemned to hopeless staleness.”
    Carl Jung



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