“People who write novels only write them when they have very little else to write” — David Markson Copy Share Image
Trying to imagine E. M. Forster, who found Ulysses indecorous, at a London performance of Lenny Bruce—to which in fact he was… — David Markson Copy Share Image
“One can very agreeably ignore a rain by walking in it. In fact it is when one allows a rain to prevent one from… — David Markson Copy Share Image
“On the other hand it is probably safe to assume that Rembrandt and Spinoza surely would have at least passed on the street, now… — David Markson Copy Share Image
Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects. — David Markson Copy Share Image
“Have I ever said that Turner once actually had himself lashed to the mast of a ship, to be able to later do a… — David Markson Copy Share Image
“A simple creature unlettyrde. Julian of Norwich called herself. The most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress. Echoed Jane… — David Markson Copy Share Image
In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in. — David Markson Copy Share Image
“Very possibly this was what was in Wittgenstein's own mind all of those years later, in face, when he said that you do no… — David Markson Copy Share Image
“Helen ran off with a lover only once in her life herself, and for three thousand years nobody would ever let her forget about… — David Markson Copy Share Image
Is T.S. Eliot the only poet one can think of who could have spent a year on his own in Paris at twenty-three—and managed… — David Markson Copy Share Image
“Coincidences undeniably imply meaning. I am rereading Hart Crane. I notice the date On which he stepped off that boat Was April 26. Tomorrow… — David Markson Copy Share Image
