I have love and wickedness in my heart.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
Later, when I was wised up and was debeatified, I was more sensual.
Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March
Tres coas hay en la vida
Salud dinero y amor
…a thud of apricot light. , Gravity’s Rainbow
The end of blisse ay sorwe it occupieth.
Troilus and Criseyde, IV., ln. 836
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible and so
All that you need is patience.
Yeats, “The Folly of Being Comforted”
Yes, it happened in the twinkling of an eye, which is the only way that anything important ever does happen.
Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
And I like a second comer, waiting.
D.H. Lawerence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
You can find out more by talking than by listening.
William Burroughs, The Naked Lunch
De vanitae mundi et fuga saeculi (On the vanity of the world and the passing of time).
Non enim excursus hic ijus, sed opus ipsum est. (For this is not a digression (or excursion), but is itself the work).
Pliny the Younger
When we contemplate the finite against the infinite, consciously or unconsciously, humor results, therefore humorous writers delight to end in nothing or a direct contradiction.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Bon Dieu! Etre content, etre en amor, n’est-ce que ca?
Eternal cry of the romantic confronted with the disappointing reality of his heart’s desires.
What Mario perceived as a sudden radical drop in the prevailing temperature was in fact the U.S.S. Millicent Kent’s sexual stimulation sucking tremendous quantities of ambient energy out of the air surrounding them.
D.F.W. Infinite Jest
O she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It
Seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethop’s ear
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
Romeo and Juliet I.iv. 45-9
Where emotion lies, there am I. Henry James
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Henry IV I.ii 193-4
O Time, thou must untangle this, not I
It is too hard a knot for me to untie.
Twelfth Night, II.ii
Our sense of duty must often wait for some work which shall take the place of dilettantism and make us feel that the quality of our action is not a matter of indifference.
George Eliot, Middlemarch
You’re daft. I’m breaking up the band.
John to Paul
May the days be aimless. Let the seasons pass. Do not advance the action according to a plan.
Don DeLillo, White Noise