God,' she cried, 'what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself - and what is a man's… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“God,” she cried, “what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“There goes the dismantled—Love has fallen off her wall. A religious woman,” he thought to himself, “without the joy and safety of the Catholic… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember? — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder; one gets a… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry,… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
God,' she cried, 'what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“No man need curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
