If we dance amongst the rooftops, is it not that much further to jig into the starshine? – Terri Guillemets
I am the vessel. The draft is God’s. And God is the thirsty one. – Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, 1964
The first step… shall be to lose the way. – Galway Kinnell
Life is life, and death is life, and everything in between. – Terri Guillemets
Psychoanalysis and Zen, in my private psychic geometry, are equal to nicotine. They are anti-existential. Nicotine quarantines one out of existence. – Norman Mailer
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake — Aye, what then? – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets
I am the Love Cactus. Make desert to me. – Jarod Kintz, My love can only occupy one person at a time
I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
The devil needs no convincing of the poison in your elixir. But did you really think you had medicine? – Terri Guillemets
Love, she said, should be said more slowly, and ran from the house. Words could not catch her as such. Honesty is so slow, that is the trouble. – Author Unknown
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Her asterisks are daft, postscripts redundant, and prose parenthetical. – Terri Guillemets
Learning is not easy, but hard; culture is severe. The steps to Parnassus are steep and terribly arduous. – John Jay Chapman
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. – Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. – Alexander Pope
My heaviness comes from the heights. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
