Lost in the corn rows, I remember feeling just another stalk, and thus this country takes me over in the way I occupy myself when I am well .. . completely - to the edge of both my house and body. No one notices, when they walk by, that I am brimming in the doorways. William H. Gass
I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?
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Jess C. Scott
V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for “your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.
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Jess C. Scott
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.
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Jess C. Scott
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
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Jess C. Scott
In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick...
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Toni Morrison
More Quotes By William H. Gass
Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house
It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word
For me, the short story is not a character sketch, a mouse trap, an epiphany, a slice of suburban life. It is the flowering of a symbol center. It is a poem grafted onto sturdier stock.
I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.
So to the wretched writer I should like to say that there’s one body only whose request for your caresses is not vulgar, is not unchaste, untoward, or impolite: the body of your work itself; for you must remember that your attentions will not merely...
