Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).
William MaxwellRead
I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on unintended consequences and irreversible choices.
William Maxwell's quote highlights the concept of making choices that can lead us to unexpected paths, emphasizing the difficulty of returning to our previous state once we've ventured into new territories. It speaks to the human experience of navigating life, where certain decisions can alter our journey in profound ways, often leaving us longing for what we consciously or unconsciously left behind.
In practice
In a discussion about regret during a book club meeting.
Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).
Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.
The view after seventy is breathtaking. What is lacking is someone, anyone, of the older generation to whom you can turn when you want to satisfy your curiosity about some detail of the landscape of the past. There is no longer any older generation. You have become it, while your mind was mostly on other matters
If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.
A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.
Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.
Poland is not East or West. Poland is at the center of European civilization. It has contributed mightily to that civilization. It is doing so today by being magnificently unreconciled to oppression.
We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
As for fame, fame felt like nothing. Fame was not a sensation like love or hunger or loneliness, welling from within and invisible to the outside eye. It was rather entirely external, coming from the minds of others. It existed in the way people looked at him or behaved towards him. In that, being famous was no different from being gay, or Jewish, or from a visible minority: you are who you are, and then people project onto you some notion they have.
The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
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