May 2010
2 posts
April 2010
8 posts
“There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.”
March 2010
5 posts
“My mother is not in the box. My mother does not smell like that. My mother is...”
– Vardaman, As I Lay Dying
February 2010
1 post
January 2010
8 posts
Sense and Sensibility
Marianne: Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn- to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise...
Mrs. Dashwood: They made rather pathetic ends, dear.
December 2009
8 posts
Ceci tuera cela
This will kill that.
“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers...”
– Excerpt from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
November 2009
3 posts
“You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any...”
– Albert Camus, The Fall
October 2009
4 posts
“He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he...”
– Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and Into the Trees
“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
September 2009
4 posts
August 2009
5 posts
“The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds...”
– Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
July 2009
3 posts
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you...”
– Ernest Hemingway
