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1 " How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is. "
― Carole Maso , The Art Lover
2 " What the light looks like in the pear trees, in October, is a hundred teardrops of gold, the whole orchard weeping. "
3 " your head is flowers, your body the body of a deer, pierced "
― Carole Maso , Beauty Is Convulsive
4 " I believe in books. "
― Carole Maso , The Room Lit By Roses
5 " But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. "
6 " One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously. "
― Carole Maso
7 " Huddled around the fire of the alphabet... "
8 " It's an honor and privilege to be next to the great mysteries, and that's what I get to do every day. Why are we here? How beautiful the Earth is. Whatever it is, large and small. There's so much that's beautiful and moving and sad, to experience that and find shapes for it, to deeply enter that meditative space. There's nothing like it. Everything else seems so pale. "
9 " You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me. "
10 " After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said --The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love.And somehow I'm still alive. "
― Carole Maso , Ava
11 " You were a painting by Matisse, but you took sleeping pills. "
12 " So little goes with the body of a man. So much is left behind. "
13 " One loves art more than life; it's better than life, don't you think, Ali? It doesn't disappoint so," she sighed. "It's not so frightening," she said, her eyes filled with terror. "
14 " In the calm violence of your being, desire. "
15 " I weep flowers, I weep song, I bleed "
16 " As if thought were not our most passionate, our most ardent aspect. "
― Carole Maso , Defiance
17 " This book is an invention, an act of the imagination, and in no way should be mistaken for reality, the place where much good invention originates. "
18 " Here, we turn everything into art. "
19 " And she smiles and she utters unearthly things and she utters not in any known language, in stars and pain, pulque she says I am devouring time and the earth "
20 " Each word is a boat, a small saving thing in this increasingly dark, blood-drenched dream. "
