“A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man. They are sluggish, yet more wayward, and never without a melancholy tinge. Sights and impressions which others brush aside with a glance, a light comment, a smile, occupy him more than ( Read more... )

"How beautiful the dialogue which Swann now heard between piano and violin, at the beginning of the last passage! The suppression of human speech, so far from letting fancy reign there uncontrolled (as one might have thought), had eliminated it altogether; never was spoken language so inexorably determined, never had it known questions so ( Read more... )

"I have every useless thing in the world in my house there. The only thing wanting is the necessary thing, a great patch of open sky like this. Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life, little boy...You have a soul in you of rare quality, an artist's nature; never let it starve for lack of what it needs."


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"When the vision strives to form an arm above the delicate wrist, in a crescendo of shapes, it blurs into the whole. A sweet enigma. The girl's hand lies dreamy and still. Only where a light-blue vein snakes its way over its pearly whiteness does life pulse and passion pound, slowly and violently. And as it feels my glance it becomes swifter ( Read more... )

A Cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. Grey. Far ( Read more... )

it is so long since my heart has been with yours ( Read more... )

nearer:breath of my breath:take not thy tingling ( Read more... )

"There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory. And yet he ought not entirely to regret it, because he cannot be certain that he has indeed become a wise man--so far ( Read more... )

"People everywhere are absorbed in conversation. Seated under trees, under striped canopies in the squares, they bend together over food and drink, their voices darkly raveled in Oriental laments that flow from radios in basements and back kitchens. Conversation is life, language is the deepest being. We see the patterns repeat, the gestures ( Read more... )

She chewed the snail in her mouth.
"Fried in golden butter!"
I picked up a few with my hand, tossed them into my mouth.
"the centuries are on our side, babe. We can't go wrong!"
She finally swallowed hers. Then examined the others on her plate.
"They all have tiny little assholes! It's horrible! Horrible ( Read more... )