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"We need only think of the eyes that look out on us from the late self-portraits of Rembrandt to realise how deeply this great lover of life became disenchanted by life."
#SundaySentence by Kenneth Mackenzie Clark from The artist grows old (2006 Daedalus) https://www.amacad.org/publication/daedalus/artist-grows-old
A #SundaySentence from Garth Marenghi's Hellraiser parody, Terrortome:
You look like one of those illustrations in old medical journals, she gasped.
"Listen, Roz, I've only been flayed, it's still me."
She looked up at me and smiled. Wiped a strand of dripping flesh from my cheek.
‘Every floor is a dense wilderness of strange iron machines that stretches away into remote
distances and confusing perspectives—a tangled forest of rods, bars, pulleys, wheels and all
imaginable and unimaginable forms of mechanism.’
Mark Twain/Sam Clemens
#SundaySentence
‘Every floor is a dense wilderness of strange iron machines that stretches away into remote
distances and confusing perspectives—a tangled forest of rods, bars, pulleys, wheels and all
imaginable and unimaginable forms of mechanism.’
Mark Twain/Sam Clemens
#SundaySentence
"Wayson Cross preaches about how we are known better than we know, that we can't out-hide ourselves."
#SundaySentence from The Great and the Gone by Richard Kelly Kemick in Hello, Horse (2024 Biblioasis) https://biblioasisbookshop.com/item/N8KJ1y9ScrxoDMASDESSPA
This week's #SundaySentence is from Graham Greene's The End of the Affair
This week's #SundaySentence is from Graham Greene's The End of the Affair
Interesting #SundaySentence from
@patrickzircher.bsky.social Here’s the #alttext
"I do not think one can assess a writer's motives without knowing something of his early development. His subject matter will be determined by the age he lives in... but before he ever begins to write he will have acquired an emotional attitude from which he will never completely escape. It is his job, no doubt, to discipline his temperament and avoid getting stuck at some immature stage, in some perverse mood; but if he escapes from his early influences altogether, he will have killed his impulse to write."
"He came to consciousness in a moment of uneasy stasis, between existential and communal, psychoanalytic and psychedelic, and like many who feel themselves naked within, unfilled by notions, and without a plot, he clothed himself in a kind of puritanical dandyism, consisting mostly of an unwillingness to be pleased and black clothes of an unidentifiable cut."
From "The Solitudes" by John Crowley
The city crumples like a burning page. Run, without crown, without scepter; no one will realize that you are the king. There is no night darker than the night of fires. There is no man more alone than one running in the midst of a howling mob.
Italo Calvino, Under the Jaguar Sun
#SundaySentence
"The shadows on the
ceiling bided their time in the dark."
#SundaySentence (and bonus #TodaysPoem) The Mist by Stuart Ross from The Sky is a Sky in the Sky (2024 Coach House Books) https://chbooks.com/Books/T/The-Sky-is-a-Sky-in-the-Sky
“Real sweet cider is a uniquely American tradition, one that is well worth seeking out.”
Ben Watson
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She didn’t wish for bigger and better things, she was content with her lot. As long as she had a good book on the go, that was all that mattered.
B Reavley, Murder at the Bookclub
#SundaySentence #bookstodon
My #SundaySentence this week is from George Orwell's essay, Why I Write:
My #SundaySentence this week is from George Orwell's essay, Why I Write:
"Occasionally she takes her one good foot and applies it to surfaces otherwise flat and safe, the expressway progressing itself through her, expressly."
#SundaySentence Acceptable Dissociations by Sina Queyras from Expressway (2009 Coach House Books) https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53528/acceptable-dissociations
“If you ever drive through Virginia on the new interstate highway between Christianburg and Salem, and you feel a slight dip in the paving under your wheels, then loose thy shoe from off thy foot, for the place whereon thou drivest is Jean White’s horse.”
Annie Dillard
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"—a place without a single citrus tree, or any elevation whatsoever; an example, I suppose, of what Henry James meant when he called Florida “a fearful fraud” in a letter to a friend."
#SundaySentence from The Kingdom of Sand by Andrew Holleran (2023 Picador) https://www.bookpage.com/reviews/the-kingdom-of-sand/
"In Florida rain is almost always accompanied by lightning and thunder, but that day the whole world was wet, gray, soft, and gentle, so soft and gentle that it seemed to require some sort of touch, if not tenderness, which was why I decided on my way home from Gainesville to stop at Orange Heights ..."
#SundaySentence from The Kingdom of Sand by Andrew Holleran (2023 Picador) https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250869036/thekingdomofsand
Every artist sometimes has the problem of not distinguishing between what passes for everyday normality and creativity-- which is also everyday, and not exceptional. It's a well-known fact that the artist who sits around waiting for "inspiration" dies in the waiting.
--Carlos Fuentes
#SundaySentence
Every artist sometimes has the problem of not distinguishing between what passes for everyday normality and creativity-- which is also everyday, and not exceptional. It's a well-known fact that the artist who sits around waiting for "inspiration" dies in the waiting.
--Carlos Fuentes
#SundaySentence
"We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go."
#SundaySentence (and bonus #TodaysPoem)
Requiem for a Friend by Rainer Maria Rilke (1908) https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/935-we-need-in-love-to-practice-only-this-letting-each
quoted in the short story Patron Saints by Richard Kelly Kemick from Hello, Horse (2024 @Biblioasis) https://www.biblioasis.com/shop/fiction/short-fiction/hello-horse/
“We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.”
#Thoreau from A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
“Inside, the house was tiny—possibly eight hundred square feet—its walls stained with tobacco smoke, every corner crammed with the flotsam of a long and often difficult life within view of the sea.”
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This week's #SundaySentence is from Djuna Barnes' Nightwood:
"I like the prince who was reading a book when the executioner touched him on the shoulder telling him that it was time, and he, arising, laid a bookmark between the pages to keep his place."
“Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.”