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"The experience of a poem resides not only in each of its words, but in the interactions among those words - the music, the silences, the shapes - and if a reader is not somehow given the chance to enter the totality of that experience, he will remain cut off from the spirit of the original."

Paul Auster - The Red Notebook (1995), p. 76

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"Ikzelf heb in dezen wel een beetje lichtvaardig gehandeld, met een onstuimigheid die eigenlijk niet past bij mijn leeftijd."

Willem Elsschot - Pensioen (1937)

In: Verzameld Werk (2005), p. 626

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“I was in no kind of shape to memorize all the words I was speaking, so I’d read out of a newspaper with all the lyrics pasted inside.”

Keith Morris & Jim Ruland - My Damage - The Story of a Punk Rock Survivor (2016), p. 236

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"When I grieve my mind becomes a public domain for rhymes, fragments, phrases, bits of song. They surge into my ears and throat. They patter and intone until I arrange them to my own ends."

Margo Jefferson - Constructing a Nervous System (2022), p. 134

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"He zoomed in on the details of each flower, and made a long collage of the curve of her neck, her dishevelled hair, her two hands resting on the sheet, seeming tensed, and the buttock with the Mongolian mark."

Han Kang - The Vegetarian (2007, 2015), p. 84

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"Sometimes I amend the words of others. Always we converse. They people my solitude, shift its parameters. They hold the past, and they open into the space where nothing disappears or remains just what it was. Am I a parasite? Yes, but a benign one. I feed on words I need. And give them new forms of sustainability.

Do I betray their original intent? I may, I do. When you were first learning to read, you stowed yourself away inside each new word, learned its contours, and then stood up, stretched your limbs and took it with you into the world.

I consume, I commandeer and stockpile these lines. They give me courage as I pursue dissonance, contradiction; fissures in and around this entity I call a self, a writer."

Margo Jefferson - Constructing a Nervous System (2022), p. 15-16

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"I wanted it to become and apparatus of mobile parts. Parts that fuse, burst, fracture, cluster, hurtle and drift. I wanted to hear its continuous thrum. THRUM go the materials of my life. Chosen, imposed, inherited, made up. I imagined it as a nervous system. But not the standard biological one. It was an assemblage. My nervous system is my structure of recombinant thoughts, memories, feelings, sensations and words."

Margo Jefferson - Constructing a Nervous System (2022), p. 04

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"Maar een eigenaardige stijl, als van een ander iemand. Geheel door elkaar en tevens beknopt. En toch staat alles erin."

Willem Elsschot - Pensioen (1937)

In: Verzameld Werk (2005), p. 631

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"It wasn't just the messages, but the writing itself that spooked me, the letters all jittery and butting up against one another."

David Sedaris - When You Are Engulfed in Flames (2008), p. 44

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"Nog even staart ze naar het klerenhoopje op bed, dan pakt ze het vast en legt alles terug in de kast. Niet dat ze thuisblijft, maar het zou alleen maar opvallen als ze met een rugzak vol kleren voorbij haar ouders moest. Tegenwoordig kon je toch op eender welke plek alles kopen wat je nodig had. Enkel de juiste woorden, die kon je nergens kopen, die moest je in jezelf vinden."

Michael Sels - De Afspraak (2018), p. 233

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“Dan pas besef ik dat ik de oorspronkelijke rangschikking van de knipsels onherroepelijk overhoop heb gehaald. Die nacht droom ik dat mijn moeder het kastje opent en alle stenen er uithaalt. Samen vormen ze een kleurrijk mozaïek waar de knipsels zich doorheen slingeren. Figuren van zwart en wit tegen een achtergrond van kleur.”

Kristien Hemmerechts - Een zuil van zout (1987), p. 93-94

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"And if you must guess whether a woman who is described as "a shy poetry lover" studies Chinese literature or business administration, you should opt for the latter option. Even if every female student of Chinese literature is shy and loves poetry, it is almost certain that there are more bashful poetry lovers in the much lager population of business students."

Daniel Kahneman - Thinking Fast and Slow (2011), p. 152

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