24 quotes found
“A girl without braids is like a city without bridges.”
“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”
“Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, Ive no regrets.”
“I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.”
“From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.”
“I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.”
“There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad...”
“Its not that we have to quit this life one day, but its how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter,the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands,the scent of rain, the...”
“Rest in Peace? Why that phrase? Thats the most ridiculous phrase Ive ever heard! You die, and they say Rest in Peace! Why would one need to rest when theyre dead?! I spent thousands of years of wor...”
“I'm not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun... let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus... Aphrodite to the exte...”
“Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homers 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman.”
“They say Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army, I am a wanderer. During the waning moon, I cradle Homers 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet b...”
“So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontimes hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies ...”
“Did I live the spring Id sought?Its true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumb...”
“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.”
“Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.”
“Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returne...”
“After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg, ideas would breed like aphids in ...”
“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on ete...”
“It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. ...”
“All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.”
