Claire | January 21, 2011
Falling in love with Zadie Smith: “It’s about time someone told the truth about beautiful women. They do not shimmer down staircases. They do not descend, as once was supposed, from on high, attached to nothing other than wings. Clara was from somewhere. She had roots…[and] before Clara was beautiful she was ugly” – White [...]
Claire | December 20, 2010
“None of them could help her. She had lost all of them. They would not find out about this; she would not put it in a letter. And because of this she understood that they would never know her now. Maybe, she thought, they had never known her, any of them, because if they had, [...]
Claire | December 8, 2010
“You owe more to women than any man I ever saw. We do seem to keep you going” -The Ambassadors, Henry James
Claire | November 11, 2010
“I shut my eyes and she was again the same as she used to be: she was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup; she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.” -Graham Greene, The Quiet American
Claire | September 22, 2010
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like a volcano and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, [...]
Claire | September 9, 2010
“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reserved that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the [...]
Claire | September 4, 2010
“Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do. He said that men wish to be serious but they do not understand how to be so. Between their acts and their ceremonies lies the world and in this world the storms blow [...]
Claire | August 19, 2010
“They were careful of their demeanor that they not be thought to have opinions on what they heard for like most men skilled at their work they were scornful of any least suggestion of knowing anything not learned at first hand” -All the Pretty Horses, Cormac McCarthy
Claire | April 20, 2010
“I envy everything, all of it. I know it’s a sin. I love how you can shift in your chair, take a deep drink of gold beer, curl your toes under, and hum.” -Dorianne Laux, from “What Could Happen“
Claire | April 6, 2010
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, [...]
