Quotes by Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men

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There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
We chart delusions through collective agreement. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love st — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
We must all allow ourselves the fantasy of projection from time to time, a chance to clothe ourselves in the imaginary g — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
The logic: Reading is a private pursuit, one that often takes place behind closed doors. A young lady might retreat with — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it be — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
Correlation is not cause, it is just a 'music of chance'. — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
We all start out the same in our mothers' wombs. We, all of us, when floating in the amniotic sea of our earliest oblivi — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
I said very little. I knew that for the time being I was the open air, the place to put the words, not a real interlocut — Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men