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He hears his dead undergrad mentor quoting Mark Twain. If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything. “In the field. I seem to have gotten a little lost.”
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
“Forever is composed of nows,”
John Green • Paper Towns
The end of all our exploring, will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.
T. S. Eliot
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn.” —T. S. Eliot
Some of the Anchorites laugh. Hugo looks back at his long-ago lover. “They”—he looks about the Chapel—“cured me. They cured me of a terrible wasting disease called mortality. There’s a lot of it about. The young hold out for a time, but eventually even the hardiest patient gets reduced to a desiccated embryo, a Strudlebug … a veined, scrawny, dribb
... See moreDavid Mitchell • The Bone Clocks: A Novel
for ever still a messenger, a passenger, a tarrier, a-roving as a feather does, a weather-driven mariner.
J.R.R. Tolkien • Tales From The Perilous Realm
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic ... See more
Funeral Blues, by W.H. Auden
“Forever is composed of nows.”