277 Quotes by Anne Carson

If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it”.

No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions.

Who knows what will happen if I’m alone with my grief.

You used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

Yellow? said Geryon. And he was thinking Yellow! Yellow! Even in dreams he doesn’t know me at all! Yellow!

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit.