Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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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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Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn’t a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
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Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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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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Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.
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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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A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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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.
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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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No one will ever make necessity not happen.
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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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