Eugene Watson

“Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“Desire! It carries us and crucifies us, delivers us every new day to a battlefield where, on the eve, the battle was lost; but in sunlight does it not look like a territory ripe for conquest, a place where - even though tomorrow we will die - we can build empires doomed to fade to dust, as if the knowledge we have of their imminent fall had absolutely no effect on our eagerness to build them now? We are filled with the energy of constantly wanting that which we cannot have, we are abandoned at dawn on a field littered with corpses, we are transported until our death by projects that are no sooner completed than they must be renewed. Yet how exhausting it is to be constantly desiring...”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

“Caron for a few minutes agreed to be in his communications room at the time Caron suggested to take a person-to-person call from Lebel on a matter of great urgency. Van Ruys of South Africa was out”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Day of the Jackal

“Sometimes it seemed like the truth was a bandy-legged soul who dashed from one side of the world to the other and I could never find him.”
― James McBride, The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother