damon galgut

“He is wearing he same black pants from yesterday, but no shirt, his body is brown and hard, perfectly proportioned. He knows…

— damon galgut

The only way you can be universal is to be sure you are very specifically local.

— Damon Galgut

“As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to…

— Damon Galgut

Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.

— Damon Galgut

If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn't…

— Damon Galgut

Poetry was syllable and rhythm. Poetry was the measurement of breath. Poetry was time make audible. Poetry evoked the present moment; poetry…

— Damon Galgut

“Past a certain point, maybe, a person's character defines itself and stays fixed in your mind.”

— Damon Galgut

“Memory is fiction . . . All memory is a way of reconstructing the past. . . The act of narrating a…

— Damon Galgut

“...if you are names without a nature, it's not because I don't remember, no, the opposite is true, you are remembered in…

— Damon Galgut

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place,…

— Damon Galgut

There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one…

— Damon Galgut

“He has always had a dread of crossing borders, he doesn't like to leave what's known and safe for the blank space…

— Damon Galgut

“Forgive me my friend, I tried to hold on, but you fell, you fell”

— Damon Galgut

In his clearest moments he thinks he has lost the ability to love, people or places or things, most of all the…

— Damon Galgut

“The funny thing is, I don't care too much. You think you love something so badly, but when it's gone you find…

— Damon Galgut