Landscape with Invisible Hand Quotes

“We thought there was a great distance between the future and us, and now here we are, falling through it.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“The hand that records is also what makes everything unclear.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“because nothing means as much until it has vanished.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“Someday I'll give it to her. When everything is better. The natural history of her life, sketched out, because nothing means as much until it has vanished.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“The bus drives up past the old brick factories of Pawtucket and Woonsocket. Finally, in the distance we can see Boston, where slender homes float above the glass towers. I shudder and minutes seem to take forever, and then the bus arrives.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“Perhaps I will paint this town—from a distance, as if it is on a far hill—and in the foreground, an enclosure of gold, a secret garden, a retreat in which I am safe. I will hide there, and the hand of god will wipe all tears from our eyes; there will be no crying, neither will there be any more death, because the former things will pass away. The invisible hand that guides our deeds, our acts, our markets, will not be able to touch me there. Outside of space and time, time and space, there will be no distance between ourselves and what we wish for; no infinite gulf between currencies; the gulf between currency and eternity is great enough.
The sky above me glows like the ancient patina of saints.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand

“In those paintings, angels clustered around the living and the dead who sit peaceably on thrones, making signs with their hands. Just outside the garden walls is regular life, there are normal streets with dogs and puddles, and merchants and money changers go about their business, and farmers are working in the fields, but inside those hidden, holy spaces, these solemn people are outside of time. They are beyond hurt, beyond wounding.”
― M.T. Anderson, Landscape with Invisible Hand