Quotes of: Edgar Keyword

Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.

The Night Bookmobile

Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.

The Nightingales of Troy: Stories of One Family's Century

Without friends, no one would want to live, even if he had all other goods.

The Nicomachean Ethics

With the truth, all given facts harmonize; but with what is false, the truth soon hits a wrong note.

The Nicomachean Ethics

The pleasures arising from thinking and learning will make us think and learn all the more. 1153a 23

The Nicomachean Ethics

Wealth is evidently not the good we are seeking; for it is merely useful and for the sake of something else.

The Nicomachean Ethics

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself

Nightwood

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.

Nightwood

...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

The Naming

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

A Natural History of the Senses

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.

Nets to Catch the Wind

In a just cause the weak will beat the strong!

The Oedipus Cycle: Oedipus Rex / Oedipus at Colonus / Antigone

All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.

The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi

That perfect tranquility of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

The Lucky Chance, Or, the Alderman's Bargain

Most of them don't know what communism is, could not pick it out of a lineup. They only know what anticommunism is. The two are practically unrelated.

The Lacuna

The urge to lie is produced by the contradictions in our lives. We are made to declare love for our country, while it tramples our rights and dignity.

The Lacuna

She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.

The Lacuna

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

The Lacuna

We hear the saints saying: Our brother the world. We hear the revolutionaries: Dare we win?

The Life of Poetry

-To our new working relationship. May you be able to keep up with my demands... -And may you not seem too demanding.

Love Songs

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

The Summer Without Men