Quotes by Librarians - Page 2

You can't put off being young until you retire.

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I foundA hedgehog jammed up against the blades,Killed. It had been in the long grass.I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.Now I had mauled its unobtrusive worldUnmendably. Burial was no help:Next morning I got up and it did not.The first day after a death, the new absenceIs always the same; we should be carefulOf each other, we should be kindWhile there is still time.

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

The celebrity is a person who is known for his well-knownness.

A choice of pains. That's what living was all about.

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

Once more Jane sat staring at the telephone. This time she was filled with a confidence that was new to her. Stan Crandall. Stanley Crandall. He liked her! He had seen her once, and even though had been rumpled and grass-stained and having a terrible time with Sandra, he liked her well enough to go to the trouble of finding out her name and calling to ask her to go to the movies. Jane smiled at the telephone and gave a sigh of happiness

I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

All his flowers have been awaiting me on my arrival. I don't know whether to feel flattered or hunted.

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence standsLike heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

and when we speak we are afraidour words will not be heardnor welcomedbut when we are silentwe are still afraidSo it is better to speakrememberingwe were never meant to survive

The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.

Revolution is not a one time event.

While we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness the weight of that silence will choke us.

Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.