Burn Like A Meteor And Leave No Dust.

Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it is definitely a Thing with Claws.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

For his conversations about action (we have had more than one) are all descriptions of God

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

I am only as much as I'm not.

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

The collective life that was manifested in war, worship, the forum, knew no division between what was characteristic of these places and operations, and the arts that brought color, grace, and dignity, into them.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

“Then when G-d asks [Cain], ‘Where is your brother Abel?’ he arrogantly responds, ‘I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?’ In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question.”

— Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy (via levoneh)

I want to say the poet is never afraid because he is unceasingly afraid, and therefore cannot become that which he already is

Mary Ruefle, On Fear

to want and to wonder are parallel actions

- Jessica Fisher, Anne Carson’s Stereoscopic Poetics

I would count the number of times we had made love. I felt that each time something new had been added to our relationship but that somehow this very accumulation of touching and pleasure would eventually draw us apart. We were burning up a capital of desire. What we gained in physical intensity we lost in time.

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

There is a solitude in this world

I cannot pierce. I would die for it.

- Ada Limón, Drowning Creek

Never finish a war without starting another.

Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field