“Into the the air, into the earth, into the fire, I am with you.”
Orson Scott Card (1951) American science fiction novelist
As quoted, Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare, Act V, (1623)
“Into the the air, into the earth, into the fire, I am with you.”
Orson Scott Card (1951) American science fiction novelist
“Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give.”
William Steig (1907–2003) American cartoonist, children's illustrator and writer
Source: Dominic
Greta Thunberg book No One Is Too Small to Make a Difference
2019, World Economic Forum (January 2019) <br class="br">Source: Greta Thunberg, 16, urges leaders to act on climate, The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/jan/25/our-house-is-on-fire-greta-thunberg16-urges-leaders-to-act-on-climate (25 January 2019)<br>Cited in ', Penguin Books, 2019, pages 19-24 (ISBN 9780141991740).
Edvard Munch (1863–1944) Norwegian painter and printmaker
Quote in Edvard Munch: Psyche, Symbol and Expression (2001) by Jeffery Howe
after 1930
“I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.”
Ilona Andrews American husband-and-wife novelist duo
Source: Magic Bleeds
Romain Rolland (1866–1944) French author
Jean-Christophe (1904 - 1912), Journey's End: The Burning Bush (1911)
Context: "Thou art come back to me, Thou art come back to me! O Thou, whom I had lost!... Why didst Thou abandon me?"
"To fulfil My task, that thou didst abandon."
"What task?"
"My fight."
"What need hast Thou to fight? Art Thou not master of all?"
"I am not the master."
"Art Thou not All that Is?"
"I am not all that is. I am Life fighting Nothingness. I am not Nothingness, I am the Fire which burns in the Night. I am not the Night. I am the eternal Light; I am not an eternal destiny soaring above the fight. I am free Will which struggles eternally. Struggle and burn with Me."
Octavio Paz (1914–1998) Mexican writer laureated with the 1990 Nobel Prize for Literature
Source: The Monkey Grammarian (1974), Ch. 6
Context: Repetitions, you wander about lost amid repetitions, you are merely a repetition among other repetitions. An artist of repetitions, a past master of disfigurations, a maestro of demolitions. The trees repeat other trees, the sands other sands, the jungle of letters is repetition, the stretch of dunes is repetition, the plethora is emptiness, emptiness is a plethora, I repeat repetitions, lost in the thicket of signs, wandering about in the trackless sand, stains on the wall beneath this sun of Galta, stains on this afternoon in Cambridge, a thicket and a stretch of dunes, stains on my forehead that assembles and disassembles vague landscapes. You are (I am) is a repetition among other repetitions. You are is I am; I am is you are: you are is I. Demolitions: I stretch out full length atop my triturations, I inhabit my demolitions.