Joy Williams

99 Stories of God

    Kerricompartió una citahace 2 años
    Franz Kafka once called his writing a form of prayer.

    He also reprimanded the long-suffering Felice Bauer in a letter: “I did not say that writing ought to make everything clearer, but instead makes everything worse; what I said was that writing makes everything clearer and worse.”
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    At some point, Kafka became a vegetarian.

    Afterwards, visiting an aquarium in Berlin, he spoke to the fish through the glass.

    “Now at last I can look at you in peace, I don’t eat you anymore.”
    Kerricompartió una citahace 2 años
    We die, but life is fresh, eternally fresh, was Mahler’s ecstatic conviction.
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    35. Just a Rumor
    Rena Hajiyevacompartió una citahace 6 años
    A woman who adored her mother, and had mourned her death every day for years now, came across some postcards in a store that sold antiques and various other bric-a-brac. The postcards were of unexceptional scenes, but she was drawn to them and purchased several of wild beaches and forest roads. When she got home, she experienced an overwhelming need to send a card to her mother.
    What she wrote was not important. It was the need that was important.
    She put the card in an envelope and sent it to her mother’s last earthly address, a modest farmhouse that had long since been sold and probably sold again.
    Within a week she received a letter, the writing on the envelope unmistakably her mother’s. Even the green ink her mother had favored was the same.
    The woman never opened the letter, nor did she send any other postcards to that address.
    The letter, in time, though only rumored to still exist, caused her children, though grown, much worry.
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