The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink.
Walter MosleyRead
Love makes you blind to your own survival. And if it doesn't then it's not love at all.
Interpretation
True love often causes one to overlook personal safety and well-being.
Walter Mosley's quote suggests that genuine love can lead individuals to disregard their own survival instincts in the service of their feelings for another person. If love fails to provoke such deep emotional involvement, then it might lack authenticity or depth, indicating that the bond may not be true love.
In practice
Using this quote in a wedding speech to emphasize the nature of true love.
The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink.
At one time if you were a black writer you had to be one of the best writers in the world to be published. You had to be great. Now you can be good. Mediocre. And that's good.
My father cared about the world he lived in, and so he admitted his confusion about his place in America because he didn't want me to make the same mistake in my life.
Many & most moments go by with us hardly aware of their passage. But love & hate & fear cause time to snag you, to drag you down like a spider's web holding fast to a doomed fly's wings. And when you're caught like that you're aware of every moment & movement & nuance.
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.
All writing is that structure of revelation. There's something you want to find out. If you know everything up front in the beginning, you really don't need to read further if there's nothing else to find out.
Using another as a means of satisfaction and security is not love. Love is never security; love is a state in which there is no desire to be secure; it is a state of vulnerability.
Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.
Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.
Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
Love is a binding force, by which another is joined to me and cherished by myself.
Love creates bridges where it would seem they were impossible.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.