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The real technology -behind all our other technologies- is language. It actually creates the world our consciousness lives in.
Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.
My mother started taking us to church when I was in seventh or eight grade. That was always a question, Do you believe in God?
Myths, by their definition, involve transformations, struggles through various worlds or layers of reality and of obscuration.
There is no God', the wicked saith, 'And truly it's a blessing, For what he might have done with us It's better only guessing.
When I write a poem, I go into a state of self-forgetfulness, and something higher takes over; I like to call it my best self.
I am a playwright. I show What I have seen. In the man markets I have seen how men are traded. That I show, I, the playwright.
Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
I think that in order to make revolution, you need to make reforms, but you should make these reforms with revolution in mind.
As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment... a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat.
A good friend will help you plant your tulips. A great friend will help you plant a gun on the unarmed intruder you just shot.
Maximum Rocknroll didn't have a map section. How was I supposed to know that Berkeley was not a neighborhood of San Francisco?
Those activities at which you excel with no effort at all - those are the ones you ought to pursue to the detriment of others.
When a woman marries she belongs to another man; and when she belongs to another man there is nothing more you can say to her.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.
Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city in the country.
Everything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.
And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.
Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.
I honestly don’t know whether I am describing something essential about the way we know God or merely my own weakness of mind.
For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.
[Rumi] is trying to get us to feel the vastness of our true identity... like the sense you might get walking into a cathedral.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
I'm not a girl anymore, I'm a woman and my heart beats like prizefighter's fists, and I have not stopped yet, I will not stop.
Start close in, don’t take the second step or the third, start with the first thing close in, the step you don’t want to take.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
I am not in England; I live in the Caribbean. So I am not hungover by prizes and awards because it does not happen very often.
The older I get, the more aware I am of the banality and indifference of a place like Trinidad to any development of the arts.
The history of the world - by which, of course, we mean Europe - is a record of intertribal lacerations, of ethnic cleansings.
Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.
I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better.
I think that as long as you have other poets before you and that you can learn from them, then it's always open ended for you.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
No more duty can be urged upon those who are entering the great theater of life than simple loyalty to their best convictions.
In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.
... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass
But the one thing you should. not do is to suppose that when something is wrong with the arts, it is wrong with the arts ONLY.
Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.
Money is color-blind, race-blind, sex-blind, degree-blind, and couldn't care less who brought you up or in what circumstances.
If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.