Quotes About Obscurity

There is a shadow on every page.

I nrver make the front pages or the gossip columns.

Look, I don't do anything that these glamour guys do. The front pages never heard of me.

As a painter, it seemed easier to sort of disappear.

I'll bet there are a lot of artists that nobody hears about who just make more money than anybody. The people that do all the sculptures and paintings for big building construction. We never hear about them, but they make more money than anybody.

I'm happy when my name's not in the paper.

My life is littered with copies of Moby Dick.

When Equus leaves - if he leaves at all - it will be with your intestines in his teeth.

On ne pouvait apercevoir leurs yeux qui semblaient alors n'être plus que deux trous noirs et sans fin ouverts sur l'envers du monde.

Il le veilla toute la nuit plus qu'il ne le surveilla. Il n'était plus à surveiller. Il n'était plus rien.

But it is true that sometimes an enveloping darkness aids one to clearer vision; as in a panorama building, for example, where the obscurity about the entrance prepares one better for the climax, and gives the scene depicted a more real and vivid appearance.

And there are no stars and that you're never really sure who's doing what and what voice is what and, you know what I mean? It's supposed to be quite elusive.

It feels quite cool, in a mad way, to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.

I like working in the shadows.

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice. DONALD BARTHELME

Benjamin had not dared, yet, to enquire about sales figures; as for the book's critical reception, it was non-existent. No reviews in either the national or local papers, of course, nothing on the various readers' websites and no reader reviews on Amazon - where it had a sales raking of 743,926 (or, if he wanted to cheer himself up, 493 in Bestsellers>Fiction>Literary Fiction>Autobiographical Fiction>Romance>Obsession).

Our joint plan was to be poor and obscure and pure and take the world by surprise at a later date.

I found it, and now I can't look for it

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a bay horse in a vacant lot on the corner of Sarrano and Charcas, a bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?

In an isolated region from Iran there is this wall tower, windowless, doorless, not very tall. In its only room with arched walls and the stamped earth as its floor, there's a wooden table and a bench. In this round cell a man that looks like me is writing in signs that i don't understand a long poem about a man who in another round cell is writing a poem about a man in another round cell. Endless series; nobody will ever read what prisoners write.

Mirrors in metal, and the masked Mirror of mahogany that in its mist Of a red twilight hazes The face that is gazed on as it gazes

Lo recuerdo (yo no tengo derecho a pronunciar ese verbo sagrado, sólo un hombre en la tierra tuvo derecho y ese hombre ha muerto) con una oscura pasionaria en la mano, viéndola como nadie la ha visto, aunque la mirara desde el crepúsculo del día hasta el de la noche, toda una vida entera.

En busca de la tarde fui apurando en vano las calles. Ya estaban los zaguanes entorpecidos de sombra.