Wrong Norma Quotes

“Memory is a novelist, it saturates the data with its own toxins.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“Last thing: one Sunday evening about a year before all this we were on the telephone, my mother and I; it was just after we sold the house and she’d moved to the facility, where she was allowed a small sensible room and a few possessions. As we talked I was watching snow drift down the dusk outside, counting it, one hundred and five, one hundred and six, one hundred and seven, when out of a pause she said, ‘It’s funny to have no home’ — funny being a funny word for what she meant. I say this now to remind myself how words can squirt sideways, mute and mad; you think they are tools, or toys, or tame, and all at once they burn all your clothes off and you’re standing there singed and ridiculous in the glare of the lightning. I hung up the phone. I stared at the snow for some time. I expect she did too.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“That is what boredom is, the moment with no edge.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“Why does poverty exist? Because stinginess does.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“And your breath is the thinking. We think each other back and forth, your mind and me. We write one another.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“Ontologically speaking, is the sky something or merely what is left over because everything else has edges.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“I am always making myself up as I go along” (Sartre).”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“Memory is a novelist, it saturates the date with its own toxins.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“sky as a medium of annihilation.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“what is your philosophy of time
I feel like in a giant chestnut”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma

“Passengers. To pass. To pass muster. To pass over. To be passed over. To pass the buck. To pass the butter. To pass out. To pass to one's reward.”
― Anne Carson, Wrong Norma