Quotes About Contrast

I am temperamentally drawn to work that shoves the strange and normal against one another, it's true, although I don't see the 'strange' and the 'normal' as being two separate categories of experience; for me, they are intertwined, hard to separate.

The people on my mum's side of the family are atheist intellectuals who are ueber-proper. My dad's side of the family are missionaries who are more comfortable sitting around in sweatpants than they are in a five-star restaurant. But those two influences converged in my life.

I'm from Canada, and New Zealand feels like you took all the best bits of Canada and squished them onto a tiny island like Hawaii. I was absolutely blown away by the beauty of the South Island.

In the Depression, when most of them came here, people with brains went to New York and people with faces came West.

God, what a night. I was so glad you were home, standing up in all that wind while everyone else was blowing across the streets like tumbleweeds. I wonder if you wish you hadn't been there, with the future looming up in such utter chaos before us. And meanwhile, the night was old and you were beautiful.

Having spent the day defending myself from the slings and arrows of outrageous truck drivers and busboys, I am sometimes ill-equipped to suddenly assume an air of sensitive melancholy

If you had your choice of sleeping with a beautiful soft creature or a large hard one, which one would you pick? I mean, if they both had the same amount of money?

For one thing, she didn't like to be reminded of Max's scientific, detached sparkle. It

In a game of chess, someone has to take the black pieces.

Marimba is much more of a wood-type experience and there is no real possibility of getting a dry sound, and getting that contrast in the same way that you can in a vibraphone.

We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike.

The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.

Anyone who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums… who find prison so soul destroying.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

O woman shapely as a swan, Your gunmen tread on my dreams

I, who have seen you amid the primal things, Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. — Ezra Pound, from "Francesca," Selected Poems of Ezra Pound . (New Directions January 17, 1957)

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.

I need more dreams and less life I need that dark in a little more light

One man's shit is anothers factory of Bliss.

Pye chat dous men zong li move . The paw of a cat is sweet, but its claws are nasty.

I ran upstairs, loving, weeping. I will run downstairs, unloving, not weeping.

PRAXIS DUVEEN, AT THE age of five, sitting on the beach at Brighton, made a pretty picture for the photographer. Round angel face, yellow curls, puffed sleeves, white socks and little white shoes—one on, one off, while she tried to take a pebble from between her tiny pink toes—delightful! The photographer had hoped to include her elder sister Hypatia in the picture, but that sullen, sallow little girl had refused to appear on the same piece of card as her ill-shod sister.

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When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in the pocket.