“I am nothing but words, just a shape of dreams …” —Euripides
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy...
“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.” —Roberto Bolaño
“There may be no greater tribute to Steve’s success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented” - Barack Obama
I threw thousands of bell-towers Into my icy Neva, And since that night I am...– Anna Akhmatova, a fragment from 1959,
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little...– Paul Klee, The Diaries of Paul Klee 1898-1918, January 1908