Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.
Sarah MangusoThose who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.
Sarah MangusoI don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.
Sarah MangusoThe only thing I've consistently been interested in in the last twenty-five years is writing very short texts. That continues to interest me as a project, to contain some part of reality, which is chaotic by definition, in a contained space. I like small apartments. I like getting rid of stuff. I went through my files yesterday and spent hours shredding things. It was great.
Sarah MangusoMy existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.
Sarah MangusoThe best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know.
Sarah MangusoI like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.
Sarah MangusoThis is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.
Sarah MangusoThe catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.
Sarah MangusoYou can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.
Sarah MangusoChair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.
Sarah Manguso