Ana Cavic > Ana's Quotes

“The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?”
― John Fowles, The Magus

“Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.”
― John Fowles, The Magus

“All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.”
― Milan Kundera

“Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all”
― Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, The Nose

“Oh,' said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone's attention, 'Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance of steel, crimes and wild passions?”
― Robert Desnos

“I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.”
― Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium

“Lovers' reading of each other's bodies (of that concentrate of mind and body which lovers use to go to bed together) differs from the reading of written pages in that it is not linear. It starts at any point, skips, repeat itself, goes backward, insists, ramifies in simultaneous and divergent messages, converges again, has moments of irritation, turns the page, finds its place, gets lost. A direction can be recognized in it, a route to an end, since it tends toward a climax, and with this end in view it arranges rhythmic phases, metrical scansions, recurrence of motives. But is the climax really the end? Or is the race toward that end opposed by another drive which works in the opposite direction, swimming against moments, recovering time?”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

“The novels that attract me most... are those that create an illusion of transperancy around a knot of human relationships as obscure, cruel and perverse as possible.”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

“The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment.”
― Hart Crane

“Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal. ”
― Hart Crane

“Very early in my life it was too late.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Lover

“I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.”
― Marguerite Duras, Emily L.

“You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.”
― Marguerite Duras, Emily L.

“Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death

“Men like women who write, even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.”
― Marguerite Duras

“And then, one day, my love, you come out of eternity.”
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

“The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn, art introduced me to the Revolution!”
― Albert Einstein

“I do not know how to teach philosophy without becoming a disturber of the peace.”
― Baruch Spinoza

“There isnt always an explanation for everything.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.”
― Norman Mailer

“Despair is typical of those who do not understand the causes of evil, see no way out, and are incapable of struggle.”
― Vladimir Lenin

“The life of the enemy . Whoever lives for the sake of combating an enemy has an interest in the enemy's staying alive.”
― Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

“The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, On the Suffering of the World

“No man is crushed by misfortune unless he has first been deceived by prosperity”
― Seneca,, Dialogues and Letters

“Words are the clothes thoughts wear.”
― Samuel Beckett

“The more powerful the class, the more it claims not to exist.”
― Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectacle

“To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or curly mint or birch or camphor or pine needles, not that of a May rain or a frosty wind or of well water... and at the same time it had warmth, but not as bergamot, cypress, or musk has, or jasmine or daffodils, not as rosewood has or iris... This scent was a blend of both, of evanescence and substance, not a blend, but a unity, although slight and frail as well, and yet solid and sustaining, like a piece of thin, shimmering silk... and yet again not like silk, but like pastry soaked in honey-sweet milk - and try as he would he couldn't fit those two together: milk and silk! This scent was inconceivable, indescribable, could not be categorized in any way - it really ought not to exist at all. And yet there it was as plain and splendid as day.”
― Patrick Suskind, Perfume The Story of a Murderer

“‎Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her...”
― J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities: An Evocative Work of Poetic Psychology―Magical Personifications of Human Emotions