My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah, my foes, and oh! my friends -- It makes a lovely light. Edna St. Vincent Millay
"She's a smart girl/Extremely insecure, but she's a smart girl." -- Homunculus, "Kitten Got Claws"
"We are bodies. But we are also the stories we tell about each other." "Biographical Notes to ‘A Discourse on the Nature of Causality, with Air-Planes’ by Benjamin Rosenbaum," Benjamin Rosenbaum
"We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see." -- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
This moment you stand poised, at fulcrum point, balanced a breath between the equal weights, on one side presses all you did and were, against all you can be, all you can do. And in that balance, in that moment you, pressed like a flower between two great weights free for one instant, free to choose and change and as that instant passes, free again, in each next instant, bearing all that weight.
"It is said that we fabulists live two lives at once. First we live as others do: seeking to feed and clothe ourselves, earn the respect and affection of our fellows, fly from danger, entertain and satiate ourselves on the things of this world. But then, too, we live a second life, pawing through the moments of the first, even as they happen, like a market-woman of the bazaar sifting trash for treasures. Every agony we endure, we also hold up to the light with great excitement, expecting it will be of use; every simple joy, we regard with a critical eye, wondering how it could be changed, honed, tightened, to fit inside a fable’s walls." -- "Biographical Notes to ‘A Discourse on the Nature of Causality, with Air-Planes’ by Benjamin Rosenbaum," Benjamin Rosenbaum
"Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms -- of life, of love, of knowledge -- has traced the upward surge of mankind. And story, you mark my words, will be with the last human to draw breath, and we should be there, too, supporting that one last person. I say we place our faith in good stories well told." -- Jasper Fforde, First Among Sequels
"No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool." -- TS Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
"Ich wolde fayne lerne much of the oothir VII liberal arts of blogging, the which aren:
I. angrye commentes that run for pages
II. lengthie monologue advocatinge my political posicioun
"Anything devised by man has bureaucracy, corruption, and error hardwired at conception." -- Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots
"Where does the drama get its materials? From the 'unending conversation' that is going on at the point in history when we are born. Imagine that you enter a parlor. You come late. When you arrive, others have long preceded you, and they are engaged in a heated discussion, a discussion too heated for them to pause and tell you exactly what it is about. In fact, the discussion had already begun long before any of them got there, so that no one present is qualified to retrace for you all the steps that had gone before. You listen for a while, until you decide that you have caught the tenor of the argument; then you put in your oar. Someone answers; you answer him; another comes to your defense; another aligns himself against you, to either the embarrassment or gratification of your opponent, depending upon the quality of your ally's assistance. However, the discussion is interminable. The hour grows late, you must depart. And you do depart, with the discussion still vigorously in progress." -- Kenneth Burke, The Philosophy of Literary Form
"cause I might be naked and lonely shaking branches for bones but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met you were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat and I wish you were here I wish you’d never left but mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best"
-- "Photograph" by Andrea Gibson
Previous Noms de LJ: Platinum-Iridium Standard English, Mistress of the House of Books, Prehumous Professor of Morbid Bibliomancy, Academic Brat, Rhetorical Divulgator, Doctour of Cunnyng, A Penguin Ycleped Chanticleer, No Longer the Ingenue, Chicken of the Ice, Partly Cloudy Angel, Subtextual Anxiety, Narcissism Blowout, Word Monkey, Metaphor Machine, Professor of Cruel and Egregious Geography, Professor Doctor Angrypants, Magnum Opus, Penguin Detective