life is precious, every minute / and more precious with you in it. - little person
(photo from my grandpa’s basement)
…such acquiescence requires much more than forbearance from jealousy or dominion; it must come to terms with the essential secrecy of another personality and prove itself able to remain firm, across time and self-transformation, to mutual ties, claims, and understandings.
- unger
To grasp why all definitions of our longing for one another turn out to be incomplete you must approach the experience of unlimited need from the opposite and complementary angle of unlimited mutual fear.
-unger
Now, it happens that when he staggers out into a world that is not his own, he discovers that people who live in it live in mutual longing and jeopardy.
- unger
The world is real and dense and dark. But each person is a reality on the verge of shrinking into itself: the other things, the other people are there for desire, memory, and imagination to feed on.
- (tonight it’s roberto mangabeira unger)
At the very least, there is always the thrill of knowing that some of the fancier rationalistic, or resigned and world-weary arguments as to why nothing important can ever change are no good.
- robert gordon
can’t sleep. vonnegut gets it.
(there was something deeply comical about the fact that the supreme courtroom’s clock was malfunctioning this morning. minute-hand kept speeding up at random. wondered if i was stuck in a dream.)
No.
Everything you see is finished.
Even the ground underfoot and ahead.
The stars and the dancing planets—over.
A grand finale unfolds across the lens.
There is no present.
The book is out of print.
- fanny howe
“Three days later,” Vonnegut writes, “Henry told Anne he loved her. Anne told him she loved him, too. They had told each other that before, but this was the first time it had meant a little something. They had finally seen a little something of life.”
