Lava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSONIt 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.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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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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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
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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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Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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There is no person without a world.
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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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Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
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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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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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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
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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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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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