11 quotes
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look, and feel, like shit.
London Fields (1989)
Love is blind; but it makes you see the blind man, teetering on the roadside; it makes you seek him out with eyes of love.
London Fields (1989)
We are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.
London Fields (1989)
I think it was Montherlant who said that happiness writes white: it doesn't show up on the page.
London Fields (1989)
I know what his poetry will be about. What poetry is always about. The cruelty of the poet's mistress.
London Fields (1989)
Sitting there beside the bookcase, trying to read, in a growing panic of self-consciousness. Why? Because reading presupposed a future.
London Fields (1989)
Someone watches over us when we write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.
London Fields (1989)
The driver treated his cab as a peasant might treat his horse or ass, with numb and proprietorial cruelty. The bursts of acceleration were like long-toothed, lip-flapping exhalations; then came the looping whinny of the brakes.
London Fields (1989)
You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full contact — all that?
London Fields (1989)
The only writer who gives me unfeigned pleasure is P. G. Wodehouse. And even him I find a bit heavy. He takes a lot out of me. Scratching my hair, with soft whistles, with lips aquiver, I frown over Sunset at Blandings.
London Fields (1989)
Of all the forces, love is the strangest. ... Love can make a woman pick up a bus, or it can crush a man under the weight of a feather. Or it just lets everything go on as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. That's the kind of force love is.
London Fields (1989)