Top 18 Mary Szybist Quotes
#1. Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.
Mary Szybist
#2. If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone turns//to examine me/in the wrong color?
Mary Szybist
#3. I think it's clever how Rome have kept a load of old stuff. There's no overheads, yet people are going over there to see it.
Karl Pilkington
#4. I turn to poems to find spaces that might enlarge, rather than distill, experience.
Mary Szybist
#5. You can't have two worlds in your hands
and choose emptiness.
Mary Szybist
#7. There's plenty that poetry cannot do, but the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.
Mary Szybist
#8. Form is endlessly interesting to me, and I love poetry as a formal enterprise.
Mary Szybist
#9. When I was young, I reached a point where I found myself unable to pray. I was devastated by it. I missed being able to say words in my head that I believed could be heard by a being, a consciousness outside me. That is when I turned to poetry.
Mary Szybist
#10. Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.
Mary Szybist
#11. Let's work the problem, people. Let's not make things worse by guessing.
Gene Kranz
#12. I think that a good deal of poetry and art gives us some sense of access to another's voice, perception, texture of thought, imagination. Sometimes it gives us better access to the strangeness in ourselves.
Mary Szybist
#13. Sometimes I have a hard time distinguishing between faith and hope.
Mary Szybist
#14. Writing poems is a chance to construct spaces that I want to imaginatively inhabit.
Mary Szybist
#15. Because dancing is way more fun than the treadmill, I downloaded the video of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' and started to learn her dance. Let me tell you, if I ever did that dance in a club, I would still be a single lady! But what a workout!
Marissa Jaret Winokur
#16. We must always skim over pleasures. They are like marshy lands that we must travel nimbly, hardly daring to put down our feet.
Bernard Le Bovier De Fontenelle
#17. Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.
Michelle Reid
#18. You write about what you have access to, and I have been fortunate enough to have a front-row seat on the rich and powerful my entire life.
Dominick Dunne
