世界
The metaphor is the poet’s way of seeing the world differently.
Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
The only thing that can save the world is the rediscovery of the human soul.
The most beautiful thing in the world is truth.
The world is not what it seems to be; it is what we believe it to be.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
"Every character is a world, and every world is a question."
The most dangerous worldviews are the worldviews of those who have never viewed the world.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
"Writing is the art of listening to the whispers of the world."
"The world is made of stories, not atoms."
"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."
I used to think the world was broken down by tribes. Then I thought it was broken down by rich and poor. Then I thought it was broken down by stupid and smart. But I know now that it is broken down by people who are alive and people who are dead.
The world is a series of broken dams and floods, and my cartoons are tiny little lifeboats.
Fiction allows us to live multiple lives, to see through eyes not our own.
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.