Marzie

“I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“هیچ شکنجه ای برای یک لحظه تحمل ناپذیر نیست. اگر فقط اقتدار لحظه می بود و بس، اگر "همین حالا" بود، اگر فقط "همین حالا" چه رازها که در دل خاک مدفون نمی شد. اگر فقط "همین حالا" بود و نه بعد، هیچ کس جلاد دیگری نبود. ... این گذشته است که شب می خزد زیر شمدت. پشت می کنی می بینی روبروی توست. سر در بالش فرو می کنی می بینی میان بالش توست. مثل سایه است و از آن بدتر. سایه، نور که نباشد، دیگر نیست. اما "گذشته" در خموشی و ظلمت با توست ... ”
― رضا قاسمی, همنوایی شبانه ارکستر چوبها

“That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“Here I had a strange idea not unworthy of de Selby. Why was Joe so disturbed at the suggestion that he had a body? What if he had a body? A body with another body inside it in turn, thousands of such bodies within each other like the skins of an onion, receding to some unimaginable ultimum? Was I in turn merely a link in a vast sequence of imponderable beings, the world I knew merely the interior of the being whose inner voice I myself was? Who or what was the core and what monster in what world was the final uncontained colossus? God? Nothing? Was I receiving these wild thoughts from Lower Down or were they brewing newly in me to be transmitted Higher Up?”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman