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“Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce”
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“She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won't Breathe or like her Anymore. Maybe tomorrow the tides Will stop. Maybe tomorrow will bring No more rainbows. Maybe tomorrow She will stop Asking useless questions.”
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“She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time --because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.”
Source : Djuna Barnes, Thomas Stearns Eliot (2006). “Nightwood”, p.74, New Directions Publishing
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“I think you have to be able to connect with your own creativity, your own vision, and then make it strong together. The experience is very different in private or in public. But I guess making things is such a big part of our reality.”
Source : Source: wildyogi.info
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“Apart from the resurrection of Jesus, the eschatological orientation of the church appears as the spoke of a wheel without a hub.”
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“The universe does not behave according to our pre-conceived ideas. It continues to surprise us.”
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“A new regulation for the publishing industry: "The advance for a book must be larger than the check for the lunch at which it was discussed.”
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“Without beauty a girl is unhappy because she has missed her chance to be loved. People do not jeer at her, they are not cruel to her, but it is as if she were invisible, no eyes follow her as she walks. People feel uncomfortable when they are with her. They find it easier to ignore her. A girl who is exceptionally beautiful, on the other hand, who has something which too far surpasses the customary seductive freshness of adolescence, appears somehow unreal. Great beauty seems invariably to portend some tragic fate.”
Source : Michel Houellebecq (2001). “The Elementary Particles”, p.61, Vintage
