We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
ANNE CARSONReality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
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He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
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I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
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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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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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When I began to be published, people got the idea that I should ‘teach writing,’ which I have no idea how to do and don’t really believe in.
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
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My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
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Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
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