Sublime

And meanwhile the book is lying there forgotten. Because you left the path. Because you became more interested in the wood, in elaborating all the richness and invention of the world you’re making up. Never leave the path.

But if you give in to that passion, friends, you’re a-doing what I always warned you agin: you’re a-placing the satisfaction of your own feelings above the work you have to do.

she would be able to stitch a wound or change a bandage, but never to tell a story.

before he knew what was happening, he was a donkey. Needless to say, that made the cabbage taste much better.

The Berlioz was playing. He turned down the volume but it still played in the background of our conversation, the soundtrack of catastrophe.

He was less concerned with the content of lost beliefs and powers and more interested in where they had gone. Based on his earlier idea that the lost beliefs and powers constituted a sort of energy, he said this energy could not have simply winked out of existence; it must have gone somewhere. This was the beginning of his most famous idea, the The

‘You’ll stay with me?’ ‘Until the very end,’ said James.

A man was crossing the vacant floor towards him. The distance between them was so great this took an hour or two, and in that time Thomas felt no anxiety and no surprise: ‘James,’ he said, smiling with an uncompromised happiness he knew would be brief, and taking account of the ways in which the man was altered.