Favorite Quotes
And oh, what songs came out of her, welling up as though from some bright, secret place within her soul that human beings and all their vanities and dust could never touch.
Looking for anything hard enough, one is inevitably found by it, the act of searching turning as though by abstruse and Oriental mysticism into the act of being found. The suitor, pursuing, finds himself caught. The hunter kills not his pray, but himself. The unbeliever is felled by a flash of lightning on the way to Damascus. Perhaps it is an excess of hope that accounts for this, that leaves us all vulnerable to sudden invasion, perhaps it is merely a symptom of our innate yearning for surrender to something outside of ourselves, something that will relieve us of the awful burden of conscious autonomy and decision, something that will enthrall us in the most precise meaning of the verb and return us to the bright, golden womb.
Now I’ve left a piece of me here, and I’ve taken more than a piece of here into me. And I don’t know what that means.
Oh, true, her present guilt and sorrows were more exotic than they would have been otherwise, perhaps, but exotic or not exotic, was merely a distinction of quality…one imperceptible, in any case, to anyone who did not know he exotic in the first place.