Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Joy McCullough

Quote by Joy McCullough

“The disconnect of men to women's bodies stands to reason. They'd have to care enough to see the other as a subject worthy of their earnest study. My own oblivion horrifies me more. I've been here all along but somehow not.”

Quote by Joy McCullough

Book:Blood Water Paint
Create image

Work

Blood Water Paint

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Joy McCullough

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Joy McCullough. more

You May Also Like

“The same virtues, in the end, the same virtue (love), are required throughout, and fantasy (self) can prevent us from seeing a blade of grass just as it can prevent us from seeing another person. An increasing awareness of 'goods' and the attempt (usually only partially successful) to attend to them purely, without self, brings with it an increasing awareness of the unity and interdependence of the moral world. One-seeking intelligence is the image of faith.”

LoveSelfFaithVisionFantasyIllusionUnityIntellectGood
Book:The Sovereignty of Good
Create image

“I wish I could breathe a Nabokovian air. I wish I could have the Olympian freedom of sensibility that disdains, in his autobiography, to give the Russian Revolution more than a passing mention, as if such common events did not have the power to wreak fundamental changes in his own life, or as if it were vulgar, tactless, to dwell on something so brutishly, so crudely collective. I wish I could define myself -a s Nabokov defines both himself and his characters - by the telling detail, as preference for months over lozenges, an awkwardness at cricket, a tendency to lose floes or umbrellas. I wish I could live in a world of prismatic reflections, carefully distinguished colours of sunsets and English scarves, synthetic repetitions and reiterative surprises - a world in which even a reddened nostril can be rendered as a delicious hue rather than a symptom of a discomfiting common cold. I wish I could attain such a world because in part that is our most real, and most loved world - the world of utterly individual sensibility, untrampled by history, or horrid intrusions of social circumstance. Oh ye, I think the Nabokovian world is lighted, lightened, and enlightened by the most precise affection. Such affection is unsentimental because it is free and because it attaches to free objects. It can notice what is adorable (or odious, for that matter), rather than what is formed and deformed by larger forces. Characters, in Nabokov's fiction, being perfectly themselves, attain the graced amorality of aesthetic objects.”

SelfImmigrationNabokov
Book:Lost In Translation: A Life in a New Language
Create image