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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Anand Thakur
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.
ANNE CARSON
Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
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I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.
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He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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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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What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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I never really got over the fun of making letters.
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When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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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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He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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No one will ever make necessity not happen.
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Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
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