James Hughes

“From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette”
― Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living: Diaries, 1935-1950

“In what do you believe? In September's slight motion
of particulars, in the weight of birds,
in lust, propulsion, maps
that lie.”
― Stacie Cassarino, Zero at the Bone

“I am the cockroach, I am my leg, I am my hair, I am the section of brightest light on the wall plaster—I am every Hellish piece of myself—life is so pervasive in me that if they divide me in pieces like a lizard, the pieces will keep on shaking and writhing. I am the silence etched on a wall, and the most ancient butterfly flutters in and looks at me: just the same as always. From birth to death is what I call human in myself, and I shall never actually die. But this is not eternity, it is condemnation.

How opulent this silence is. It is the accumulation of centuries. It is the silence of the cockroach looking. The world looks at itself in me. Everything looks at everything, everything experiences the other; in this desert things know things.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

“Journalism is the art of coming too late as early as possible. I’ll never master that.”
― Stig Dagerman