Quotes of: Poe Keyword

We cannot carve or forcibly preserve or cultivate belief. If it will grow, it grows as we do - mostly after we have fallen

Invisible Tender

Suffering is tossed by handfuls over the multitudes, with most of it falling on some people and little or none of it on others.

The Implacable Order of Things

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

Journey Around My Room

Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.

Jesus' Son

Maybe, when you hear the name "Beverly," you think of Beverly Hills--people wandering the streets with their heads shot off by money.

Jesus' Son

In the ghetto of Genre, anything goes, man. When you live in the gutter it doesn’t matter if you’re filthy. In theory anyway.

Rhapsody: Notes on Strange Fictions

DNA neither cares nor knows. DNA just is. And we dance to its music.

River Out of Eden: A Darwinian View of Life

Death cannot be experienced either by the dead or the living.

Rising Up and Rising Down: Some Thoughts on Violence, Freedom and Urgent Means

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.

Rapture

Ahmed turned, and leaned into him. Kissed him on the mouth again. “I’m pretty fucked up,” Eshe said. “It’s a good thing I’m perfect, then.

Rapture

The past is important for all the information and wisdom it holds. But you can get lost in it. You've got to learn to keep the knowledge of the past with you as you pursue the present.

Rapture

It was the secret to winning any contest, he said, in life or in the boxing ring – you just had to get up more than you fell down.

Rapture

Life is stranger than any of us expected, There is a somber, imponderable fate. Enigma rules, and the heart has no certainty.

Selected Poems, 1930-1965

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

The Sorrows of an American

Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.

Something's Amiss

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

The Sorrows of an American

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

The Sorrows of an American

Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest.

Sabbaths

The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn’t a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Serious Concerns

Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.

Serious Concerns

If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.

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