Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
CatullusRead
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
Interpretation
The quote expresses the writer's desire to share his work with someone special, highlighting the importance of relationships in creativity.
Catullus poses a rhetorical question about whom he should give his newly crafted and elegant book. This reflects the intrinsic relationship between the act of creation and the desire for appreciation, suggesting that the value of art is often enhanced when shared with a loved one or a trusted friend. It also indicates the yearning for connection and acknowledgment in the creative process.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of community in the arts.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Godlike the man who_x000D_ sits at her side, who_x000D_ watches and catches_x000D_ that laughter_x000D_ which (softly) tears me_x000D_ to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time_x000D_ I see her.
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
My books never go where I think they're going.
My favorite literary heroine is Jo March. It is hard to overstate what she meant to a small, plain girl called Jo, who had a hot temper and a burning ambition to be a writer.
Sometimes, there can be a slightly condescending assumption that anything unlikable about a female character is a mistake, as if they're a contestant in a beauty pageant and have to seem charming and upbeat all the time.
As Faulkner says, all of us have the capacity in us for great good and for great evil, for love but also for hate. I wanted to write those kinds of complex character in a fantasy, and not just have all the good people get together to fight the bad guy.
Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words.
I think it's a very old and deep-seated double standard that holds that when a man writes about family and feelings, it's literature with a capital L, but when a woman considers the same topics, it's romance, or a beach book - in short, it's something unworthy of a serious critic's attention.
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