Category Archives: FROM THE QUOTE BAG

Some more quotes from my man David Goodis: He reached for the glass and was bringing toward his mouth when he saw her entering the cocktail lounge. She moved toward him like a thin blade of blue-white steel coming to … Continue reading →

I’ve been busy (goofing off) and am going out of town so you’ll have to chew on this qote for a few days:   The power of Isis is concerned with matter which becomes and receives everything: light and dark, … Continue reading →

Once a serpent was seen stretched out next to the body of Olympias as she slept, and this, more than anything else, they say, abated the ardor of Philip’s passion for her. Accordingly, he no longer came often to sleep … Continue reading →

Well, UBU has had one busy (but profitable) week, children, so you’ll have to be content with an entry emptying out the old quotebag. I will say that, as I’ve written before, LAURA LIPPMAN’S new book What the Dead Know … Continue reading →

Here’s some excerpts that appealed to my wayward nature from the excellent book Helen of Troy: The Story Behind the Most Beautiful Woman in the World by Bettany Hughes, a full review of which will appear in Friday’s hardhitting edition … Continue reading →

The Department of Shades and Blinds: A Quotebag   As a young man, Hans Castorp had learned the exhilarating thrill of brushing up against powers whose full embrace would destroy you. There had always been people who had willingly entered … Continue reading →

Quotebag: Found While Waiting and Bathing (Dedicated to "Rapid" Oil Change, the United States Postal Service and my bathtub)     So mirrors will take into themselves The pure smiling image of girls As they test the morning, alone – … Continue reading →

Doing The Boston Monkey: Quote Bag   For intellectuals, what is at stake specifically in an inquiry of this kind is a cultural politics which seeks to learn from the forms and discourses of popular pleasure, rather than adopting or … Continue reading →

  A MONKEY BEING FROM THE LAST CREATION   Everything has been reversed in Nerval, because his life is a faint transcription of his dream. –Wallace Fowlie   She writes sincere pages only to excite and intensify her own sensations. … Continue reading →

Editor’s note: Mrs. Sophie Krels and her son and daughter, Don and Judy, and Bobby Nixon, as named in this story, are real characters who played the part in the case as set forth herein, but have been given these … Continue reading →