To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
Television reflected only people’s surfaces; it also kept peeling their images from their bodies until they were sucked into the caverns of their viewer’s eyes, forever beyond retrieval, to disappear. from Being There by Jerzy Kosinski Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering…
Although I knew I loved her, I didn’t like anything she said or did. from Extraordinary Little Cough in the collection Dylan Thomas: portrait of the artist as a young dog by Dylan Thomas Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside. from You Gotta Leave Your Mark by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) Sunday Sentence: The…
All nuance was omitted in their exchanges, since a voice which travels up three floors and through a locked door must, of necessity, be not only loud but limited in vocabulary, like an encounter at a prize fight. from Clouds and Eclipses by Gore Vidal Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context…
She offers food as a metaphor. I take it as poetry. from The Beast is in the Labyrinth by Walter Dean Meyers Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
A word spoken, a word withheld,tells your story, sprinter of ice, splinter of grief,splinter of love from Maura Dooley’s Leaf in the collection of poetry Life Under Water Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
Pay no attention to fashion. Read, read, read: read across centuries, traditions and continents. Don’t get caught up in any of the silly arguments that spring up: read poetry, write poetry and don’t forget to live a little from Forward Arts Foundation In Conversation with Maura Dooley by Maura Dooley Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this…
There is another sort of blow that comes from within – that you don’t feel until it’s too late to do anything about it, until you realize with finality that in some regard you will never be as good a man again. from The Crack-Up by F. Scott Fitzgerald Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this…
My time is coming: No writer ever developed without hard work and disappointment, and I am willing to have my share of both. I even realize I may never have anything else – there have been plenty of such artists, and some of them have been the very best. from a letter to Walker Percy…
Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living. from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safren Foyer Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.