Downing Quotes (page 256)
When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.
Graham Greene
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globestelephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate(her words play up and down dewy corridors of billboards)then with your tongue remove the tapeand press your lips to minetill they are incandescent
Jean Toomer
There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.
Virginia Woolf
We stepped outside rather hurriedly and down the street to anonymous sanctuary among the buildings of San Francisco."Promise me till your dying day, you'll believe that a Mellon was a Confederate general. It's the truth. That God-damn book lies! There was a Confederate general in my family!"I promise," I said and it was a promise that was kept.
Richard Brautigan
Forty feet long sixty feet high hotel. Covered with old gray for buzzing flies. Eye like mango flowing orange pus. Ears Durga people vomiting in their sleep. Got huge legs a dozen buses move inside Calcutta. Swallowing mouthfuls of dead rats. Mangy dogs bark out of a thousand breasts. Garbage pouring from its ass behind alleys. Always pissing yellow Hooghly water. Bellybutton melted Chinatown brown puddles. Coughing lungs Sound going down the sewer. Nose smell a big gray Bidi. Heart bumping...
Allen Ginsberg