Djuna Barnes, Nightwood Quotes

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust

I have been loved, " she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

To think is to be sick...

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.