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Suppose within every book there is another book, and within every letter on every page another volume constantly unfolding; but these volumes take no space on the desk. Suppose knowledge could be reduced to a quintessence, held within a picture, a sign, held within a place which is no place. Suppose the human skull were to become capacious, spaces opening inside it, humming chambers like beehives.
— Mar 29, 2015 03:06AM
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You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. A viol, in its strings, holds a concord. A shriveled petal can hold its scent, a prayer can rattle with curses; an empty house, when the owners have gone out, can still be loud with ghosts.
— Apr 03, 2015 11:43PM
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Henry says, "Do what you have to do. I will back you."
It's like hearing words you've waited all your life to hear. It's like hearing a perfect line of poetry, in a language you knew before you were born.
— Mar 29, 2015 04:07PM
It's like hearing words you've waited all your life to hear. It's like hearing a perfect line of poetry, in a language you knew before you were born.
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The scholar's lips move, like the lips of a monk at vespers; liquid figures spill from his pen.
— Mar 11, 2015 06:16PM
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The red of a carpet's ground, the flush of the robin's breast or the chaffinch, the red of a wax seal or the heart of a rose: implanted in his landscape, cered in his inner eye, and caught in the glint of a ruby, in the color of blood, the cardinal is alive and speaking. Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.
— Mar 09, 2015 12:55PM