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Sometimes to be utterly innocent,” he went on, “would be to be utterly unknown, particularly to oneself.

But death is intimacy walking backward. We are crazed with grief when she, who once permitted us, leaves to us the only recollection.

She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time – because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it.

So the reason for our cleanliness becomes apparent; cleanliness is a form of apprehension; our faulty racial memory is fathered by fear. Destiny and history are untidy; we fear memory of that disorder.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and the most satisfying love, that of the other’s bed, where the rival perfects the lover’s imperfections. Fancy gallops to take part in that duel, unconstrained by any certain articulation of the laws of that unseen game.

Robin is not in your life, you are in her dream, you’ll never get out of it. And why does Robin feel innocent? Every bed she leaves, without caring, fills her heart with peace and happiness. She has made her “escape” again. That’s why she can’t “put herself in another’s place,” she herself is the only “position”; so she resents it when you reproach her with what she had done. She knows she is innocent because she can’t do anything in relation to anyone but herself.

For us, books have turned into fast food, to be consumed in the gaps between one bout of relentless living and the next. Airports, subways, maybe half an hour at bedtime, maybe something with the office sandwich, isn’t really ideal.

For a lover who dies, no matter how forgotten, will take somewhat of you to the grave.

I went into a lather of misery watching them, and thinking of you, and how in the end you’ll all be locked together, like the poor beasts that get their antlers mixed and are found dead that way, their heads fattened with a knowledge of each other that they never wanted, having had to contemplate each other, head-on, eye to eye, until death; well, that will be you and Jenny and Robin.

You know what man really desires?” inquired the doctor, grinning into the immobile face of the Baron. “One of two things: to find someone who is so stupid that he can lie to her, or to love someone so much that she can lie to him.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

Una’s face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder; one gets a shovel. When one wants to get into touch with the texture of the universal mind, one does not go to Boston; one goes to the Bowery.

After all, it is not where one washes one’s neck that counts but where one moistens one’s throat.

An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

I couldn’t ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn’t even fill up the hole that the mice came through...

She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men’s image is a figure of doom.

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.

Well, isn’t Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else – and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?

Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.

Life, the permission to know death.

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

One’s life is peculiar to one’s own when one has invented it.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn’t the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life’s lived before it gets to the parlor door.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

I can draw and write, and you’d be foolish not to hire me.

No one will be much or little except in someone else’s mind, so be careful of the minds you get into...

I am not a critic; to me criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure.

Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?

The truth is how you say it, and to be ‘one’s self’ is the most shocking custom of all.

Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

In the acceptance of depravity the sense of the past is most truly captured. What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance? Corruption is the Age of Time.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

Firsts Quotes

One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another’s eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man’s smile would be consternation on another’s mouth.

I’m a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.

Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity.

A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself – and what is a man’s shadow but his upright astonishment?

Destiny and history are untidy.

Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

I’ve seen death and I didn’t like it.

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