Sunday Sentence: 3 January 2016 from Terry Southern

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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“They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside.”

from  You Gotta Leave Your Mark  by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana)

Sunday Sentence: 27 December 2015, Gore Vidal’s Clouds & Eclipses

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

clouds and eclipses by gore vidal

“All nuance was omitted in their exchanges, since a voice which travels up three floors and through a locked door must, of necessity, be not only loud but limited in vocabulary, like an encounter at a prize fight.”

from  Clouds and Eclipses  by Gore Vidal

Sunday Sentence from Walter Dean Meyers

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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“She offers food as a metaphor.  I take it as poetry.”

from  The Beast is in the Labyrinth  by Walter Dean Meyers

Sunday Sentence: 6 December 2015, Maura Dooley

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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“A word spoken, a word withheld,
tells your story,

sprinter of ice, splinter of grief’
splinter of love.”

from Maura Dooley’s Leaf in the collection of poetry Life Under Water

Sunday Sentence: 27 September 2015 from Maura Dooley

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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“Pay no attention to fashion. Read, read, read: read across centuries, traditions and continents. Don’t get caught up in any of the silly arguments that spring up: read poetry, write poetry and don’t forget to live a little.”

from Forward Arts Foundation In Conversation with Maura Dooley  by Maura Dooley

Sunday Sentence: 20 September 2015

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

the crack up fitzgerald

“There is another sort of blow that comes from within – that you don’t feel until it’s too late to do anything about it, until you realize with finality that in some regard you will never be as good a man again.”

from  The Crack-Up  by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Sunday Sentence, 23 August 2015

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

correspondence of Shelby foote and walker percy

“My time is coming:  No writer ever developed without hard work and disappointment, and I am willing to have my share of both.  I even realize I may never have anything else – there have been plenty of such artists, and some of them have been the very best.”

from a letter to Walker Percy from Shelby Foote compiled in The Correspondence of Shelby Foote & Walker Percy Edited by Jay Tolson

Sunday Sentence, 16 August 2015

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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“Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”

  from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safren Foyer

Sunday Sentence, 12 July 2015

save twilight

Nunca quise mariposas clavadas en un cartón; busco una ecología poética, atisbarme y a veces reconocerme, desde mundos diferentes, desde cosas que solo los poemas no habían olvidado y me guardaban como viejas fotografías fieles .

Sunday Sentence 26 April 2015

making plates

The noise robbed the thoughts out of your head and your life was robbed of a day and fed it to the system, whatever that was.

from  Nocturnes by Aidan O’Donoghue

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.