“We have very primative emotions. It's impossible not to be competitive. Spoils everything, though.”
“where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.”
“Finishing is what you have to do. If you don't finish, nothing is worth a damn”
“All I wanted to do was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already. Now, looking out the tunnel of trees over the ravine at the sky with white clouds moving across in the wind, I loved the country so that I was happy as you are after you have been with a woman that you really love, when, empty, you feel it welling up again and there it is and you can never have it all and yet what there is, now, you can have, and you want more and more, to have, and be, and live in, to possess now again for always, for that long sudden-ended always; making time stand still, sometimes so very still that afterwards you wait to hear it move, and it is slow in starting. But you are not alone because if you have every really loved her happy and untragic, she loves you always; no matter whom she loves nor where she goes she loves you more.”
“The best sky was in Italy or Spain and in Northern Michigan in the fall”
“Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.”
“For we have been there in the books and out of the books—and where we go, if we are any good, there you can go as we have been. A country, finally, erodes and the dust blows away, the people all die and none of them were of any importance permanently, except those who practised the arts,”
“I loved the country so that I was happy as you are after you have been with a woman that you really love, when, empty, you feel it welling up again and there it is and you can never have it all and yet what there is, now, you can have, and you want more and more, to have, and be, and live in, to possess now again for always, for that long, sudden-ended always; making time stand still, sometimes so very still that afterwards you wait to hear it move,and it is slow in starting.”
“A thousand years makes economics silly and a work of art endures for ever, but it is very difficult to do and now it is not fashionable.”
“They all wanted something that i did not want and i would get it without wanting it, if it worked.”
“Ако в ранни младини си платил своята дан на идеята за общество, демокрация и други такива, а след това откажеш да се обременяваш с неща от този род и решиш да отговаряш само пред себе си, ти заменяш задушевната и задушна атмосфера на приятелството срещу нещо, което можеш да изпиташ единствено ако си сам. Нещо, което все още не можеш точно да определиш, но го чувствуваш, когато пишеш хубаво и вярно нещо с вътрешна убеденост, и макар че ония, на които плащат да четат и коментират написаното, не го харесват и казват, че то е измама, ти си абсолютно сигурен в неговата стойност. Или когато вършиш нещо, което хората не смятат за сериозно занимание, а ти знаеш, уверен си, че то е важно и винаги е било, че не е по-малко важно от всички модни неща. Или когато си сам с това нещо в морето и знаеш, че Гълфстриймът, с който живееш, който обичаш, който познаваш и за който искаш да научиш повече си тече, както е текъл, откак свят светува, и е мил бреговете на този дълъг, красив, нещастен остров, преди Колумб да го е видял, и не нещата, които научаваш за него, и тези, които винаги са били в него, са нетленни и стойността им е непреходна, защото това морско течение ще тече така, както е текло след индианците, след испанците, след англичаните, след американците и след кубинците и всички различни системи на управление, ще тече, след като богатството и бедността, мъченичеството и саможертвата, продажността и жестокостта си отидат, отнесени като купищата смет — зловонни, яркоцветни, осеяни тук-там с нещо лъскаво, — които общинският шлеп изтърсва в синята вода, тя потъмнява на десетина метра дълбочина, по-тежкото потъва, по-лекото остава на повърхността и течението го подхваща — палмови клонки, тапи, бутилки, изгорели електрически крушки, някой презерватив или корсет, носещ се в дълбочината, откъснати страници от учебник, подут труп на куче, плъх, обезобразена котка, а събирачите на остатъци са тук с лодките си и подбират боклука както овчари стадото си, бъркат във водата с дългите куки и вадят интересни находки, заинтригувани, съсредоточени и точни като историци — това са хора с гледна точка, които преценяват. Течението е незабележимо, но отнася по пет такива товара боклук дневно, когато нещата вървят добре в Хавана, а на десет мили по-нататък водите му са пак тъй чисти, сини и неизменни, каквито са били и преди влекачът да е докарал на буксир шлепа с боклука. И палмовите клонки на нашите победи, изгорелите електрически крушки на нашите открития и просветления, празните презервативи на голямата ни любов плават безсмислено по течението, което единствено е непреходно.”
“and the palm fronds of our victories, the worn light bulbs of our discoveries and the empty condoms of our great loves float with no significance against one single, lasting thing—the stream.”
“Pop was her ideal of how a man should be, brave, gentle, comic, never losing his temper, never bragging, never complaining except in a joke, tolerant, understanding, intelligent, drinking a little too much as a good man should, and, to her eyes, very handsome.”
“To go down and up two hands-and-knee climbing ravines and then out into the moonlight and the long, too-steep shoulder of mountain that you climbed one foot up to the other, one foot after the other, one stride at a time, leaning forward against the grade and the altitude, dead tired and gun weary, single file in the moonlight across the slope, on up and to the top where it was easy, the country spread in the moonlight, then up and down and on, through the small hills, tired but now in sight of the fires and”
“The earth gets tired of being exploited.”
“Entonces, un día comencé a escribir, sin saber que me había encadenado de por vida a un noble pero implacable amo. Cuando Dios le entrega a uno un don, también le da un látigo; y el látigo es únicamente para autoflagelarse. [...] La diferencia entre escribir bien y el arte verdadero es sutil, pero brutal. (Capote, pág. 9)
»[...] En un cuento de Henry James, creo que “The Middle Years”, su personaje, un escritor en las sombras de la madurez, se lamenta: “Vivimos en la oscuridad, hacemos lo que podemos, el resto es la demencia del arte”. O palabras parecidas. En cualquier caso, míster James lo expone en toda la línea; nos está diciendo la verdad. Y la parte más negra de las sombras, la zona más demencial de la locura, es el riguroso juego que conlleva. (Capote, pp. 12-13)
»Los escritores, cuando menos aquellos que corren auténticos riesgos, que están ansiosos por morder la bala y pasar la plancha de los piratas, tienen mucho en común con otra casta de hombres solitarios: los individuos que se ganan la vida jugando al billar y dando cartas. (Capote, pág. 13)
»[...] Para empezar, creo que la mayoría de los escritores, incluso los mejores, son recargados. Yo prefiero escribir de menos. Sencilla, claramente, como arroyo del campo. (Capote, pág. 15).
»[...] Entretanto, aquí estoy en mi oscura demencia, absolutamente solo con mi baraja de naipes y, desde luego, con el látigo que Dios me dio (Capote, pág. 17)”
“El amor será como el áspero roce de la mejilla de un hombre que araña y rasca...”
“Some things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.”
“Miss Bennet, I shall be completely blunt and honest and beg your pardon if I cross a line in some manner; however, I sense you are requesting a candid response.” He paused, awaiting her favour until she nodded. “I feel drawn to you in a way I do not totally understand, yet there it is. I have never felt so inclined towards another. What this connection bodes for the future, I do not know. You are pretty, intelligent, honest, proper, and many other fine qualities I believe I could list without hesitation. I think it entirely probable you and I would be perfect for each other. It is my intention to discover if this is possible. I do not wish to trifle with your emotions, nor do I wish to have my own sensibilities manipulated; therefore, if you cannot imagine even the remotest chance of returning affection, tell me now and I shall abide by your pleasure. On the other hand, if you sense, even vaguely, a returned interest in me, then let us proceed with willing minds and hearts.”
“Each time she applied her lip gloss, she imagined another fleet of brain cells dying a horrible death.”
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