stanza my stone
January 2010
“He slid a piece of paper under the door. It said: LIFE IS BUTIFUL. I pushed it back out. He pushed it back in. I pushed it out, he pushed it in. Out, in, out, in. I stared at it.
LIFE IS BUTIFUL.
I thought, perhaps it is. Perhaps that is the word for life.” —the history of love / nicole krauss
LIFE IS BUTIFUL.
I thought, perhaps it is. Perhaps that is the word for life.” —the history of love / nicole krauss
Laughing With
Regina Spektor
pages 10 & 11 of the history of love by nicole krauss are absolutely beautiful.
well, so is the rest of the book. whatever. it’s one of my favorites ever ever ever.
i wish kids would stop trying to grow up so fast.
you have your entire life to drink, go to parties, and what not.
why start so soon?
“yesterday i saw a man kicking a dog & i felt it behind my eyes. i don’t know what to call this, a place before tears. the pain of forgetting: spine. the pain of remembering: spine… . to every time i’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.
every morning, a little more.” —the history of love / nicole krauss
every morning, a little more.” —the history of love / nicole krauss
“the pancreas i reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. it’s true that there’s so much, & the organ is so small. but. you would be surprised how much it can take.”
—the history of love / nicole krauss
“at times i believed that the last page of my book & the last page of my life were one & the same, that when my book ended i’d end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, & when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where i sat would be empty.”
—the history of love / nicole krauss
