Carole Maso Quotes

#1. I believe in books.

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#2. your head is flowers, your body the body of a deer, pierced

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#3. Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

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#4. As if thought were not our most passionate, our most ardent aspect.

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#5. Here, we turn everything into art.

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#6. One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain
rigor and recklessness
simultaneously.

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#7. After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said
The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love.
And somehow I'm still alive.

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#8. But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

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#9. The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

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#10. You were a painting by Matisse, but you took sleeping pills.

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#11. So little goes with the body of a man. So much is left behind.

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#12. The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

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#13. You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me.

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#14. If writing is language and language is desire and longing and suffering ... then why when we write, when we make shapes on paper, why then does it so often look like the traditional, straight models, why does our longing look for example like John Updike's longing?

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#15. In the calm violence of your being, desire.

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#16. This book is an invention, an act of the imagination, and in no way should be mistaken for reality, the place where much good invention originates.

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#17. And she smiles and she utters unearthly things and she utters not in any known language, in stars and pain, pulque she says I am devouring time and the earth

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#18. One loves art more than life; it's better than life, don't you think, Ali? It doesn't disappoint so," she sighed. "It's not so frightening," she said, her eyes filled with terror.

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#19. I weep flowers, I weep song, I bleed

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#20. Huddled around the fire of the alphabet...

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#21. Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

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#22. How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

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