Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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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 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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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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All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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It 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.
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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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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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Consider incompleteness as a verb.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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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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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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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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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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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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Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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