You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
ANNE CARSONMy religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
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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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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To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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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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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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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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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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It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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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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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
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Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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When I began to be published, people got the idea that I should ‘teach writing,’ which I have no idea how to do and don’t really believe in.
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Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
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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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