It was raining in the quadrangle, and the quadrangular sky lookedlike a grimace of a robot or a god made in our own likeness. Theoblique drops of rain slid down the blades of grass in the park, butit would have made no difference if they had slid up. Then the oblique(drops) turned round (drops), swallowed up by the earth underpinningthe grass, and the grass and the earth seemed to talk, no, not talk, argue, their comprehensible words like crystallized spiderwebs or thebriefest crystallized vomitings, a barely audible rustling, as ifinstead of drinking tea that afternoon, Norton had drunk a steamingcup of peyote.
Roberto BolanoAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: chilean
- Born: April 28, 1953
- Died: July 15, 2003
Related Authors
Topics
Quotes currently Trending
The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity.’ The child enjoys his cold meat, otherwise dull to him, by pretending it is buffalo, just killed with his own bow and arrow. And the child is wise. The real meat comes back to him more savory for having been dipped in a story…by putting bread, gold, horse, apple, or the very roads into a myth, we do not retreat from reality: we rediscover it.
C. S. Lewis
I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
J. D. Salinger
That is what marks out the warrior: the knowledge that willpower and courage are not the same thing. Courage can attract fear and adulation, but willpower requires patience and commitment. Men and women with immense willpower are generally solitary types and give off a kind of coolness. Many people mistakenly think that (they) are cold (people) when nothing could be further from the truth.
Paulo Coelho
