Status Updates From Faces in the Crowd

There are two types of people: those who just live and those who design their lives

Ezra pound : faces in the crowd to petals on a dark bough

“But I burn much brighter than I write.”

“New York is a theory of a city built on the foundation of time alone. Manhattan is an hour, or a century, with the woodwork of the subways boring through it, eating it away, second by second.”

“Then you are a bad novelist, but you are a novelist.
Given.
If you dedicate yourself to writing novels, you’re dedicating yourself to folding time.
I think it’s a matter of freezing time without stopping the movement of things, a bit like when you’re on a train, looking out of the window.
It’s also not unusual that if you’re an novelist, you’re an idiot.”

“What happens is that people die many times in a single life my dear Mr. Owen.
How come, Mr. Collyer?
People die, irresponsibly leave a ghost of themselves hanging around, and then they, the original and the ghost, go on living, each in his own right.
How can you tell who’s whose ghost?”

“That’s not important.
Huh?
Damnit, Mr. Owen. Aren’t you the one who can remember the future?”