“I believe she imbued my body thus, finding every touch enhanced by ambiguity of intention, as if it too required translation, and so each touch branched out, became a variety of touches.”
― Leaving the Atocha Station
― Leaving the Atocha Station
“Happy were the ages when the starry sky was the map of all possible paths, ages of such perfect social integration that no drug was required to link the hero to the whole.”
― Leaving the Atocha Station
― Leaving the Atocha Station
“I could displace the mystery of my speech onto writing, the latter perhaps recharging the former”
― Leaving the Atocha Station
― Leaving the Atocha Station
“Yesterday was to me like the paper through which chemists filter their solutions: all suspended particles, all that is superfluous remains on this paper. And this morning I went downstairs freshly distilled, transparent.”
― We
― We
“Now, think of a square, a living, beautiful square. And imagine that it must tell you about itself, about its life. You understand, a square would scarcely ever think of telling you that all its four angles are equal: this has become so natural, so ordinary to it that it's simply no longer consciously aware of it. And so with me: I find myself continually in this square's position.”
― We
― We
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