Quotes from Anne Carson

Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness.

Pass down an alley then turn a corner and there it is. Volcano in a wall. Do you see that, says Ancash. Beautiful, Herakles breathes out. He is looking at the men. I mean the fire, says Ancash. Herakles grins in the dark. Ancash watches the flames. We are amazing beings, Geryon is thinking. We are neighbors of fire. And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.

what is the difference between poetry and prose you know the old analogies prose is a house poetry a man in flames running quite fast through it

Oh look, here's Death at the gate! Punctual as ever.

Their faces I thought were knives. The way they pointed them at me. And waited. A hunter is someone who listens. So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon. Out of his hand and impales. Itself.

When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

After all why study the past? Because you may wish to repeat it.

But you overlook an important cultural function of games, to test the will of the gods.

Who can a monster blame for being red?

You know who I am. You know my naked power.

It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

Unsociable even at home and unable to meet the eyes of strangers when she ventured out, Emily made her awkward way across days and years whose bareness appalls her biographers.

I shall wash blood with blood to get rid of the defilement—

MEGARA Wait for worse? You love the light so much? AMPHITRYON I do, I love its hopes.

How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.

He felt Herakles' hand move on his thigh and Geryon's head went back like a poppy in a breeze --

Aidos ("shame") is a vast work in Greek. Shame vibrates with honor and also with disgrace, with what is chaste and with what is erotic, with coldness and also with blushing. Shame is felt before the eyes of others and also in facing oneself...shame is a split emotion.

Aztán megindult feléjük az idÅ', ahogy karjukkal egymáshoz simulva álltak, arcukon a halhatatlanság, hátukban az éjszaka.

No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition.

May god favour you with dreams

Wife of Brain don't say you weren't expecting a volcano those red wings that not even bad love can tame must signify something's somewhere about to go up in flame or (as Proust says) be eternalized in pleasure like the men in a Pompeian house of ill fate yet fame is not ill for all

I cannot not grieve.

HE WAS FOURTEEN it was years ago and Sad's name wasn't Sad yet. First comet. G had just stumbled off a bus they looked at one another and that lasted until G was almost twenty but he. Well. Being a loyal soul himself. Sad's need to make friends everywhere. Sex friends club friends gym friends dope friends shopping friends breakdown friends a common enough problem. Sad didn't see a problem. One day he looked around and G was gone.