Quotes from Barbara Hamby

I am looking for my Caravaggio, always.

Some say love is a cave, unlit and mysterious, or do they say it's a long corridor in a lavish French château lined with mirrors, icy laughter caught on the dripping crystals of chandeliers? I forget. Perhaps it's both, a declivity and une galerie des glaces, goldleaf nymphs

This is the Italy I dreamed of, saints, snakes, gypsies, cutthroats in a baroque tutu of religion and sin.

Old Hamlet asks, "What is this quintessence of dust?" Dust it's a dry word, with Saharas of space between each letter.

The fire dies, the candle is eaten by its weak fluttering flame.

Travel is something that I like to do because it gives you lots of images, and it also really makes you think about your own place in the world in a very different way.

I want a God big enough to love those who don't believe in him.

I think it's really hard to be joyful. I work hard at it. I always feel like it's a choice. You can be joyful or you can be depressed, and there just doesn't seem to be any future in depression.

You want to make a representative selection, but at the same time, you want to give a sense of the whole project. I have this big conflict in my writing life that I'm trying to work out all the time.