Quotes from David Markson

Oft did I weary of wrestling with thee. Carved an unknown galley slave into an oar. And Rudyard Kipling into his desk.

Fray Luis de León, volviendo a su salón de clase en Salamanca tras cinco años preso por la Inquisición: Como estaba diciendo...

Matisse, consultado sobre la piel verde: No estoy pintando una mujer. Estoy pintando un cuadro.

Ese material se te ocurre cuando estás borracho? Preguntó un primo de Faulkner.

Zola nunca se encontró con Dreyfus.

Bien, Bourrienne; tú también serás inmortal. ¿Por qué, general Bonaparte? ¿No eres mi secretario? Dígame cómo se llamaba el de Alejandro. Mmm... no está mal, Bourrienne.

Por qué el Escritor a veces parece admirar el Ulises aún más cuando piensa en él que cuando efectivamente lo lee?

Uno no termina un poema, simplemente lo abandona.

I do not masturbate often. Though at times I do so almost without being aware of it, actually.

Certainly reality is altered.

Perhaps I have not mentioned the tennis courts.

Even if I had not been thinking about it, for that matter, certainly I would have had to begin to do so when I typed those last few sentences.

Very possibly this was what was in Wittgenstein's own mind all of those years later, in face, when he said that you do no need a lot of money to give a nice present, but you do needs a lot of time.

Have I mentioned looking in Savona, New York, ever? Or in Cambridge, Massachusetts?

El hombre nunca hace el mal tan completa y alegremente como cuando lo hace por convicción religiosa. Dijo Pascal.

Every single one of the letters having been identical.

Because what I am also suddenly know thinking about is that it could be an absolutely autobiographical novel that would not start until I was alone, obviously.

The novel has been the subject of several scholarly essays and has become a staple of college classes in contemporary fiction (and even the occasional philosophy class). Fifty-four rejections.

He must be some escaped lunatic. Said an early Boston review of Leaves of Grass.

La tiranía de los ignorantes es insuperable y está asegurada por siempre jamás. Dijo Einstein.