Margery Kempe Quotes

“A horse was hag-ridden. Its owners filled a bottle with its urine, stopped it with a cork, and buried it: the witch could not piece and died in agony. The air hummed with flies when the travellers approached the cattle - rich odors of dung and hay. They heard an ouzel's ringing tew tew tew; the peasants cupped their ears. Farmers tilled their small fields to the limit. Women carded and combed, clouted and washed, and peeled rushes as in Lynn. One woman became a man when he jumped over an irrigation ditch and his cunt dropped inside out: gender is the extent we go to in order to be loved. His mittens were made of rags.”
― Robert Glück, Margery Kempe

“In my novel Margery Kempe . . . each sentence is a kind of promise, an increment of hope that replaces the broken promise of the last sentence. What is that promise? That the world will continue, that one image will replace the next forever—that is, the world will respond to your love by loving you back. The silence is that of a world about to be born.”
― Robert Gluck, Margery Kempe

“Your ability to change my life, your unwillingness to do so.”
― Robert Glück, Margery Kempe

“The forward momentum of my longing becomes a form of velocity, membranes, and aspirations surging towards a foreign airport, its degraded earth empty of meaning except direction towards a hotel room where I erotically dismantle him. Heaven is the total presence at once of my self and my body. It's my own skin I travel towards -- it's entire arousal a homecoming, effortless freedom.”
― Robert Glück, Margery Kempe

“To live forever is to live in the future.”
― Robert Glück, Margery Kempe

“Heaven is belief in the future, endless meaning, endless narration.”
― Robert Glück, Margery Kempe