Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSONI am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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You used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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Desire is no light thing.
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Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
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Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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