Only against death does man cry out in vain. Malcolm Lowry More Quotes by Malcolm Lowry More Quotes From Malcolm Lowry Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end. Malcolm Lowry muzzledogfunny How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken? Malcolm Lowry indiandrinkchickens What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse? Malcolm Lowry soullittlesmen Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon. Malcolm Lowry anxietymoonworry Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third. Malcolm Lowry couplebeercivilization Adiós," she added in Spanish, "I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours." "Thank you." "Sank you." "Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you." "Sank you. Malcolm Lowry shadowhouseneeds God, how pointless and empty the world is! Days filled with cheap and tarnished moments succeed each other, restless and haunted nights follow in bitter routine: the sun shines without brightness, and the moon rises without light. My heart has the taste of ashes, and my throat is tight and weary with weeping. What is a lost soul? It is one that has turned from its true path and is groping in the darkness of remembered ways— Malcolm Lowry moonheartnight I like prefaces. I read them. Sometimes I do not read any further. Malcolm Lowry sometimes Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both. Malcolm Lowry hellearththinking No, my secrets are of the grave and must be kept. And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell. Malcolm Lowry landnamesthinking How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying. Malcolm Lowry moraldyingsex To say nothing of what you lose, lose, lose, are losing, man. You fool, you stupid fool ... You've even been insulated from the responsibility of genuine suffering ... Even the suffering you do endure is largely unnecessary. Actually spurious. It lacks the very basis you require of it for its tragic nature. You deceive yourself. Malcolm Lowry responsibilitystupidmen The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace in the world; was that not like the opportunity afforded man by life itself? Of course not. Still, just for a moment, it had seemed that it was. Malcolm Lowry horseheartopportunity For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts. Malcolm Lowry fortsmutetwo How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him. Malcolm Lowry assassinsconvincemen Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the one normal writer left on earth and it is this that adds to his isolation and so to his sense of guilt. Malcolm Lowry guilttragedyadd The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico. Malcolm Lowry dogsleepnight The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves. Malcolm Lowry wiregardenbird What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit the weaknesses of those who are unable to help themselves and then to fasten some moral superscription upon it. This I loathe so much that I cannot conceivably explain how much it is. Malcolm Lowry weaknesshelpingmen There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, the flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word. Malcolm Lowry lonelylighthands
