All Quotes By Tag: Literature
“Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.”
“One often hears of writers that rise and swell with their subject, though it may seem but an ordinary one. How, then, with me, writing of this Leviathan? Unconsciously my chirography expands into placard capitals. Give me a condor’s quill! Give me Vesuvius’ crater for an inkstand! Friends, hold my arms! For in the mere act of penning my thoughts of this Leviathan, they weary me, and make me faint with their out-reaching comprehensiveness of sweep, as if to include the whole circle of the sciences, and all the generations of whales, and men, and mastodons, past, present, and to come, with all the revolving panoramas of empire on earth, and throughout the whole universe, not excluding its suburbs. Such, and so magnifying, is the virtue of a large and liberal theme! We expand to its bulk. To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.”
“O’ melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.”
“In this,journey,of reaching,to myself,I have had,many a,thoroughfares,goodbye affairs,reality checks,and,lovely overwhelms.”
“Money has the power to get, all that you want.Money has the power to make you forget, all that you want.”
“Make mistakes, a thousand of them because we are only humans.Never repeat your mistakes because we are humans.”
“Most important thing in life is family,Without them you are nothing.Whatever you do will be worth nothing,If there is no one to appreciate it.”
“The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.”
“Dad?” But he’s still looking out the window, not at me. I walk over and lean my head against his shoulder. His green raincoat is wet and smooth and stinky, like an orca’s nose. He smells of salt and wind and more love for me that I probably deserve. He pats my hair and, as if he’s talking to the ocean, says, “You should have just asked.”
“Poetry is a machine that manufactures love. Its other virtues escape me.”
“something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace”
“Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.”
“If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.”
“Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.”
“If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, “Nobody’s,” In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.”