Quotes About Reflection

In a Cafe I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

The old woman had an old dog, but he hardly counted any more. He was so old that he looked like a stuffed dog. Once I took him for a walk down to the store. It was just like taking a stuffed dog for a walk. I tied him up to a stuffed fire hydrant and he pissed on it, but it was only stuffed piss.

THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE There are days when that is the last place in the world that you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it -----features you.

Je reste des heures entières debout au même endroit, presque sans bouger (j'ai même vu le vent s'arrêter dans ma main)

I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.

Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.

We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.

I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there… I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then…

Moonlight drifts from over A hundred thousand miles To fall upon a cemetery It reads a hundred epitaphs And then smiles at a nest of Baby owls

He used sweet wine in place of life because he didn't have any more life to use.

Peut-être que vous étiez allongé au lit, presque sur le point de vous endormir, et vous avez ri de quelque chose, une plaisanterie toute personnelle, une bonne façon de finir la journée. C'est ça, mon nom.

The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.

Finding is Losing Something Else" Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. in A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan," California Living (16 May 1971)

Aç olmad???m halde menüye bakt?m. bir menüye bakmayal? y?llar olmuÅŸtu. Menü bana günayd?n dedi, ben de ona günayd?n diyerek kar??l?k verdim. Hayat?m?z? menülerle konuÅŸarak geçirebiliriz doÄŸrusu.

Once, while cleaning the trout before I went home in the almost night, I had a vision of going over to the poor graveyard and gathering up grass and fruit jars and tin cans and markers and wilted flowers and bugs and weeds and clods and going home and putting a hook in the vise and tying a fly with all that stuff and then going outside and casting it up into the sky, watching it float over clouds and then into the evening star. (from Trout Fishing on the Bevel, page 21)

to remove a book from the period of its birth is like lifting a stone from a stream and watching it lose its luster in the palm of your hand.

Nereden Gelip Geçer Bazen pasaportumu ç?kar?r fotoÄŸraf?ma bakar?m (çok iyi deÄŸil... vs.) sadece var olduÄŸumu görmek için Tokyo 12 haziran 1976

I walked home past the glass whiskers of the houses, reflecting the downward rushing waterfalls of night.

I wonder what in the hell I was thinking about?' he said aloud to himself. 'I wonder if I'm losing my mind?' That was like a duck wondering why it flies south in the autumn or an old camel noticing one day that he has a hump on his back.

Ayn? ÅŸey benim de ba??ma gelmiÅŸti. YaÅŸl?ca bir kad?n? alabal?k nehri ile kar??t?rd???m? hat?rlad?m ve ondan özür diledim. Afedersiniz dedim. Sizin bir alabal?k nehri olduÄŸunuzu sand?m. DeÄŸilim. dedi. Amerika'da Alabal?k Av? kitab?ndan

Invece di avere soltanto qualche chilometro e talvolta soltanto pochi centimetri tra un problema e l'altro, perché non incrementare la distanza? Sarebbe bello una volta tanto avere 47 chilometri tra un problema e l'altro e magari in 47 chilometri un po' di pace potrebbe spuntare come una giunchiglia in mezzo ai miei problemi.

I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. Excuse me, I said, I thought you were trout stream. I'm not, she said.

Toronto will always be like the flipside of a dream for me. I called heads but Toronto came up tails.

The number of those who undergo the fatigue of judging for themselves is very small indeed.