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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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.
ANNE CARSON
Desire is no light thing.
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I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
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Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
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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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They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
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Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
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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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When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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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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I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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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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