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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

Anne Carson

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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They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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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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Desire is no light thing.
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Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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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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Eat Habit Man Mom Talk Yourself
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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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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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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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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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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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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Arrival Man Move Time Willing
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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Anand Thakur
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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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

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