Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Each man is his own batch of dreams...



The delirious professions, as Valery calls them - trade in which the main instrument is your opinion of yourself and the raw material is your reputation or standing.
Saul Bellow, Herzog

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

In the smallest box, look and you will see love there...

When I was young there was a place that my parents warned me about. It was called The Bush and it was full of monsters and strange men who lured small boys, such as I was, to an uncertain but frightening death.

When I was forty-three I went back to my small home town and sought The Bush out. I sat in it, my back against a sumac tree listening to the whistling of a train heading to the far north.

I felt strangely safe in the knowledge that The Bush contained nothing as frightening as the thought of the future alone, without my wife, who had left me and my daughter, whom she had taken.



...is so beautiful.



Nothing in life is so beautiful as the night before what is yet to be.
Halldor Laxness

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Living: Part IV

I said, I want to tell you something.
She said, You can tell me tomorrow.
I had never told her how much I loved her.

There was never a right time to say it.
It was always unnecessary.

I thought about waking her.
But it was unnecessary.
There would be other nights.
And how can you say I love you to someone you love?

Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you.
It's always necessary.

I love you.
Jonathan Safran Foer

Living: Part III

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing. Being reliable is something. Being good.
Jonathan Safran Foer

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Living: Part II

Free will is sewn into everything we do yet the possible alternatives that life allows us are very few.
Robert Lowell

Living: Part I

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
Jonathon Foer

Not as a swallow, nor a maple...



Neither despair, nor shame
Not now, not after, not then...
Anna Akmatova