Quotes from “The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman” by Denis Thériault

S
Shas quoted9 months ago
More alluring by far were letters from others.
Vita
Vitahas quoted4 years ago
There was anything and everything, coming from here, there, and everywhere: letters from close relatives and faraway correspondents, letters from beer tasters comparing notes, from globetrotters writing to their mothers, from retired steam locomotive firemen listing their bumps and bruises. There were those overly reassuring letters servicemen dispatched from Afghanistan to their anxious wives, and those worried words uncles wrote to their nieces concerning secrets that shouldn’t be revealed for anything in the world, and those Dear John or Dear Mary letters in which circus acrobats in Las Vegas broke up with their former lovers, and there were even hate letters crammed with insults spilling out onto the envelope.
But above all there were love letters. Because even after Valentine’s Day, love remained the most common denominator, the subject linking the greatest number of pens. Love in every grammatical form and every possible tone, dished up in every imaginable shape: passionate letters or courteous ones, sometimes suggestive and sometimes chaste, either calm or dramatic, occasionally violent, often lyrical, and especially moving when the feelings were expressed in simple terms, and never quite so touching as when the emotions hid between the lines, burning away almost invisibly behind a screen of innocuous words.
Once he’d read and reread the letter of the day, had savoured it down to the very marrow, Bilodo made a photocopy of it for his records.
S
Shas quoted6 months ago
and never quite so touching as when the emotions hid between the lines, burning away almost invisibly behind a screen of innocuous words.
Poul Otto Thim
Poul Otto Thimhas quoted8 months ago
masters of the genre, but the delicate balance
S
Shas quoted9 months ago
He used to send letters to himself, but the experience had been a disappointment. He’d gradually stopped, and didn’t really miss it; he didn’t miss himself.
S
Shas quoted9 months ago
For him, delivering post was a mission he accomplished conscientiously, knowing he contributed in this way to the maintenance of order in the universe. He wouldn’t have wanted to swap places with anyone in the world. Except perhaps with another postman.
S
Shas quoted9 months ago
Bilodo couldn’t think of anything more exciting than taking off, decamping, drinking in the fresh air and savouring the fragrance of a new day while walking about in the morning hours without anyone telling him what to do.
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
She was calling him, and he answered, also with a song, because that was how you communicated when you were a whale – you sang into the void, unafraid of the darkness that grew ever darker, ever deeper.
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
You can’t have your head in the clouds forever. As gravity eventually caught up with Bilodo, he came back down to earth,
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
Still the cursed loop. The serpent bit its tail. Time cannibalized itself.
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
Could there possibly be life after death or, better still, before?
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
guilt paled into insignificance beside supreme curiosity
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
Having read somewhere that handwriting was a reflection of a person’s soul
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
people for whom the act of writing was a deliberate choice and in some cases, one sensed, a matter of principle, a stand taken in favour of a lifestyle not quite so determined by the race against time and the obligation to perform.
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
– the eternity element
Guilherme Santana Gomes
Guilherme Santana Gomeshas quotedlast year
But above all there were love letters. Because even after Valentine’s Day, love remained the most common denominator, the subject linking the greatest number of pens. Love in every grammatical form and every possible tone, dished up in every imaginable shape: passionate letters or courteous ones, sometimes suggestive and sometimes chaste, either calm or dramatic, occasionally violent, often lyrical, and especially moving when the feelings were expressed in simple terms, and never quite so touching as when the emotions hid between the lines, burning away almost invisibly behind a screen of innocuous words.
Margaret Gohman
Margaret Gohmanhas quotedlast year
consult numerous books containing haiku at the library – books translated from the Japanese, grouping together well-known authors such as Matsuo Basho, Taneda Santoka, Nagata Koi
MM
MMhas quoted2 years ago
was a fish the most appropriate animal for expressing poetry
MM
MMhas quoted2 years ago
How did one go about becoming a poet, Bilodo

wondered. Was it something you could learn? Maybe there was a course called Haiku 101?

Alodia H.
Alodia H. has quoted4 years ago
haiku sought to juxtapose the permanent and the ephemeral.
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