Mythology of Blue

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"They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means."

-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

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"First we feel, then we fall."

-James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake

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"Get out there where luck can find you."

-David Sedaris, The Land and its People

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“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”

-Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

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Max Ernst. La mer aux oiseaux. 1925/1926

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Max Ernst (German, 1891-1976), La mer aux oiseaux [The Sea Birds], 1925-26. Oil on board, 49 x 33.5 cm.

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"The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I’d almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it seemed the only thing I could think of was our reunion. Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater. Anticipation is born of hope. Indeed it is hope’s finest expression. In hope’s loss, however, is the greatest despair.”

-Steven L. Peck, A Short Stay in Hell

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Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself, knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

-Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves

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"Have we only one season? A single summer and it's all over."

-Frode Grytten, The Ferryman and his Wife

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Before him lay more emptiness than he had ever known.

-Douglas Stuart, Young Mungo 

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I didn't realize how much I love to hear him play. (the fiddle)

-Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves

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It felt like a tide had gone out and taken all the ships with it, and you were left on a shore of debris.

-Niall Williams, This is Happiness

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"But all families, houses, farms, have their time. Then the story becomes another story, or it simply fades away. Buildings no longer inhabited. Doors that soon become impossible to open. Paths that grow over, forests that grow darker."

-Frode Grytten, The Ferryman and his Wife

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I was terrified of people and of my own strangeness.

-Niall Williams, This is Happiness

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The music was more than music, at least to what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself, the sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous, those powerful moments of true knowledge that we have to paper over with daily life. The music tapped the back of our terrors, too: things we lived through and didn't want to ever repeat, shredded imaginings, unimagined longings, fear, and also surprising pleasures. No, we can't live at that pitch. But every so often something shatters like ice, and we are in the river of our existence.

-Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves

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“Sadness was so claustrophobic.”

-Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

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Somewhere inside me someone wanted to die.

-Lily King, Writers and Lovers

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My past is everything I failed to be.

-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet