Monday, 23 February 2009

The Secret History

by Donna Tartt is incredible.

I would like to re-read it and write down all my favourite quotes, but i'll just find a few at the end;

'Alas, poor gentlemen,
he look'd not like the ruins of his youth
but the the ruins of those ruines.'
-John Ford
The broken Heart

"Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes, Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j'aille à la mer !"
-Arthur Rimbaud

'There are such things as ghosts. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now we call them by different names. Memory. The unconcious.'

'It took everything I had to say goodbye then, again for the last time. Like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacimae, hence those tears.'

'The dead appear to us in dreams, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star.
-Achilles

In conclusion;

'Trees are schizophrenic now and begining to loose control. Enraged by the shock of their fiery new colours. Van Gogh said that orange is the colour of insanity. Beauty is terror. we want to be devoured by it , to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.'

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