Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.
Djuna BarnesAnd must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?
Djuna BarnesYou beat the liver out of a goose to get a pรขtรฉ; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.
Djuna BarnesOne cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.
Djuna Barnes