Tuesday, October 4, 2022
Saturday, June 11, 2022
—The Hotel, Elizabeth Bowen, pg. 26
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Why are people named after flowers and not fruits? There is nobody named Strawberry [Fresa] or Raspberry [Frambuesa] or Apricot [Albaricoque], which are lovelier than Lily [Liria].
What is falling in love, anyway? Letting go of disgust, of fear, letting go of everything.
Flying fish remind me of butterflies in flight.
What is magical about the sea is that living deep inside it no one can speak.
—The Promise, by Silvina Ocampo, pg. 32
Friday, January 28, 2022
Soon, just as a wind moist with rain loosens, detaches, scatters, rots the most fragrant flowers, the sorrow of sensing the loss of her friend drowned all these voluptuous thoughts beneath a wave of tears. The face of our souls changes as often as the face of the sky. Our poor lives drift at whim between the currents of a voluptuousness where they dare not stay and the harbour of virtue that they don't have the strength to reach.
— The Mysterious Correspondent, Marcel Proust, pg. 51
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
— Letters, Dreams & Other Writings by Remedios Varo, pg. 24
Thursday, June 27, 2019
I said, that's racist.
June said, “Spanish. Class.”
— The Instructions, by Adam Levin, pg. 19
Sunday, January 27, 2019
— On Blue's Waters by Gene Wolfe, pg. 158
Thursday, January 24, 2019
— “Illness + Illness = Illness” in The Insufferable Gaucho by Roberto Bolaño
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Monday, June 4, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
— Vineland, by Thomas Pynchon, pg. 45
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
It's possible, if the power was given to you now, miraculously. But if you'd grown up enclosed in your power, slave of your power, you'd be on the side of the ones who do the beating.
— Diary of Andrés Fava, by Julio Cortázar, pg. 46
Saturday, August 26, 2017
– Keeping Faith: Philosophy and Race in America by Cornel West, pg. 31
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Princess Heloise was worthy of the captain's admiration. She knew how to answer insolence. She sent back the lieutenant with two flasks which looked as though they contained water, but when Arsaphes tasted them, he found that while the first was indeed full of water, the second held the strongest and headiest rye brandy he had ever drunk. He then realized that while people may no doubt look alike, some are insipid and dull while others burn and intoxicate.
— The Glory of the Empire, by Jean D'Ormesson, pg. 25
—The Everlasting Story of Nory, by Nicholson Baker, pg. 36
Sunday, January 29, 2017
—The Madonna of the Sleeping Cars, by Maurice Dekobra, pg. 95
Monday, December 19, 2016
—The Luminaries, by Elenor Catton, pg. 165