“No man need curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“Man makes his history with the one hand and "holds it up" with the other.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“We wake from our doings in a deep sweat for that they happened in a house without an address, in a street… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“His sanity is an unknown room: a known room is always smaller than an unknown.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“I also know this,’ he went on: ‘One cup poured into another makes different water; tears shed by one eye would blind… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“No matter where and when you meet him you feel that he has come from some place-no matter from what place he… — 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
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember? — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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
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
“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
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
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
“No man need curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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
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
“I tell you, Madame, if one gave birth to a heart on a plate, it would say “Love” and twitch like the lopped leg… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
“Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
