Esarhaddon Assyria Quotes & Sayings

You are mine, November. Until the day you leave this earth, you are mine. — Aurora Rose Reynolds

Kafka's writings often display an insidious power to describe a wholly secular and "factical" world in which the eerie or "unheimlich" elements gang up behind or beneath the ego's awareness and immerse it in a waking dream of something Other, an alien world-order similar to ancient irrationalist cultures (in transition from primitivism to civilized mythos-culture). — Kenny Smith

If we couldn't get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can't have, then we couldn't ever get strong enough. — John Irving

Clinton's pardoning of Marc Rich was off-the-wall. — Morley Safer

I am quite short, but that never comes across when I'm onstage in front of people. When I get offstage and greet an audience afterwards, their first reaction is to comment on my height because it seems like a very drastic difference. — Kaki King

Every life is a tragedy, but far more the writer's life, because the more he has to see, the more deeply he understands and feels about life, the less time he has to put it down. — Gabrielle Roy

'Scalped' is representative of the kinds of stories I like to read and I like to watch. — Jason Aaron

Walls in people's heads are sometimes more durable than walls made of concrete blocks. — Willy Brandt

The Sun by Czeslaw Milosz

All colors come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular color, for it contains them all.
And the whole Earth is like a poem
While the sun above represents the artist.

Whoever wants to paint the variegated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.

Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at the light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.

Warsaw, 1943 — Czeslaw Milosz

Lacan is a tyrant who must be driven from our shores. Narrowly trained English professors who know nothing of art history or popular culture think they can just wade in with Lacan and trash everything in sight. — Camille Paglia

The question, is it true? can be asked of anything we read. It is applicable to every kind of writing, in one or another sense of "truth" -- mathematical, scientific, philosophical, historial and poetical. No higher commendation can be given any work of the human mind than to praise it for the measure of truth it has achieved; by the same token, to criticize it adversely for its failure in this respect is to treat it with the seriousness that a serious work deserves. — Mortimer J. Adler

Now, as Rilke would say, let's eat us
some effing panther and swan, shall we? — Jason Bredle