Quotations (15)

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"yes I said yes I will Yes"
"He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather."
" The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal…
"Was there one point on which their views were equal and negative? The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees."
"His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her womb. Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayawayaway. Paper."
" He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's kiss."
"-- Metempsychosis? -- Yes. Who's he when he's at home? -- Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That means the transmigration of souls. -- O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words."
“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”
"Shut your eyes and see."
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit
… and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him…
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
He…saw the dark tangled curls of his bus floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower
Perfumes of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.