
“I wept. I wept because it was all so suddenly, so unexpectedly there.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“I wept. I wept because it was all so suddenly, so unexpectedly there.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“Life slips past me like pages in a book I never read.”
– Bobbi Lurie, “The Book I never Read,” The Book I never Read, 2003

“I’m not sure where we land when we fall out of love.”
– Deborah Levy, “8 Questions for Deborah Levy,” Fleeting Magazine 22 December 2012

“I know of no other bomb, than a book.”
– Stéphane Mallarmé, Oeuvres complètes II

“Deconstruction holds that nothing is ever entirely itself. There is a certain otherness lurking within every assured identity. It seizes on the out-of-place element in a system, and uses it to show how the system is never quite as stable as it imagines. There is something within any structure that is part of it but also escapes its logic.”
– Terry Eagleton, Rev. of Derrida: A Biography, by Benoît Peeters. The Guardian 14 November 2012

“Women will all turn monsters.”
– William Shakespeare, King Lear

“A creative writer is one for whom writing is a problem.”
– Roland Barthes, Writing Degree Zero
[See Thomas Mann.]

He asked her again to please, please, please drive him safely home to his wife and daughter.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Life is only worth living because we hope it will get better and we’ll all get home safely.’
– Deborah Levy, Swimming Home, 2011

“When I begin to think at all I get into states of disgust and fury at the way the mob is going on (meaning by mob, chiefly Dukes, crown princes, and such like persons) that I choke; and have to go to the British Museum and look at Penguins till I get cool. I find Penguins at present the only comfort in life. One feels everything in the world so sympathetically ridiculous; one can’t be angry when one looks at a Penguin.”
– John Ruskin, letter to Charles Eliot Norton, 4 November 1860

“Also, because it’s my town out there, I’m conscious of the possibility that the person I bump into might be myself.”
– Geoff Dyer, “Ship Write,” Guernica 4 September 2012