7: I will dub my first child Alexander. If you want to know what will occur if my first child is a girl, I will tell you. He will not be a girl.
132: T7: I will dub my first child Alexander. If you want to know what will occur if my first child is a girl, I will tell you. He will not be a girl.
132: The glow is born from the sum of thousands of loves: newlyweds and teenagers who spark like lighters out of butane, pairs of men who burn fast and bright, pairs of women who illuminate for hours with soft multiple glows, orgies like rock and flint toys sold at festivals, could trying unsuccessfully to have children who burn their frustrated image on the continent like the bloom a bright light leaves on the eye after you turn away from it.
133: The house was filled with the odor of wetness and decay, as if a window had been left open as an invitation for all the ghosts of eastern Europe. But it was the water that had seeped through the spaces between shingles, like breath between the teeth of a closed mouth. And the odor of death.
256: "It is true," Augustine said, and she was not crying, which surprised me very much, but I understand now that she had found places for her melancholy that were behind more masks than only her eyes....more
Page 43: "So on a summer's day waves collect, over-balance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying 'that is all' more and Page 43: "So on a summer's day waves collect, over-balance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying 'that is all' more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach days too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking."
206: "She was like a poplar, she was like a river, she was like a hyacinth..."
210: "One could not be in love twice, he said."
213: "What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was."...more
29: There is a basin in the mind where words float around on right and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words29: There is a basin in the mind where words float around on right and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
100: What need has Death for a cover, and what ends can blow against him?
109: When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a sine and a song. So they covered each other with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks made them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.
196: The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God....more
The most incredible book. Two books in one depending on how you read it; upon finishing it you have another to read. Highly stylized and deeply contemThe most incredible book. Two books in one depending on how you read it; upon finishing it you have another to read. Highly stylized and deeply contemplative, the author revels in thoughts, memories, and artists. Shocking and challenging, but maintaining accessibility and leaving the reader feeling thoughtful and intellectual. A lovely read....more
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