Caught between the tongue and the taste.
ANNE CARSONMaking is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.
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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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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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You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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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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Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
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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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We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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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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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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I never really got over the fun of making letters.
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To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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