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One has a moral obligation to take responsibility for one’s actions, and that includes one’s words and silences, yes, one’s silences, because silences rise to heaven too, and God hears them, and only God understands and judges them, so one must be very careful with one’s silences.
– Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile
Even without fascism, I was dishonest. Even without fascism, I censored myself. I refused to let myself write about what really moved me … Even without fascism, honesty was damned hard to come by. Even without fascism, I had pasted imaginary oak-tag patches over certain areas of my life and steadfastly refused to look at them.
- Erica Jong, Fear of Flying
When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?
- Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
Le Penseur, Musée Rodin, Paris. For Friendly Friday Challenge. (First!) The Snow Melts Somewhere evoked in her prompt post lack … More
Utopia is not a kind of place but a kind of time, those all too brief moments when one would not wish to be anywhere else. Is there an instinct, a very ancient instinct, for breathing in unison? The ultimate utopia, that.
– Susan Sontag, In America
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
What is it about that bubble we create when we get to another place? The combination of the distance from … More
To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
– George Orwell, The Prevention of Literature
Always refreshing to find those witty or not little wisdoms while taking a walk through Parisian streets. It makes me … More
Three years in the middle of your twenties mean a whole lot of growing up, in a bitter-sweet mix of … More
No better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
– Rumi, Quatrains
May you be wrapped in tenderness, you my brother, as if in a cloak.
– The Koran
Loving is no delusion; it is an artistic creation.
– Frank Andrews, The Art and Practice of Loving
It is very hard to prevail where you are not, in the deepest and most intimate and forgiving of ways, loved.
– Joyce Carol Oates, Mudwoman