Literary pilgrimage

We had found it. We stood silently. I knew this moment from previous literary pilgrimages: you look and look and try to summon up feelings which don't exist. You try saying a mantra to yourself, 'D.H. Lawrence lived here.' You say, 'I am standing in the place he stood, seeing the things he saw...', but nothing changes, everything remains exactly the same: a road, a house with sky above it and the sea glinting in the distance.

- Geoff Dyer, Out of Sheer Rage, p.60

Attention must be paid

I love this quote, from a play I haven't read since the first time 15 years ago. That final repetition is so forlorn, like she's given up before she's even said it.

I don't say he's a great man. Willy Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He's not to be allowed to fall into his grave like an old dog. Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a person.

- Linda about her husband Willy Loman, Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller