"I am in the music."

Sartre -- From Nausea

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after
the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still,
alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more
persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a
long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their
moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the
tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of
recollection.

Proust -- From Swann's Way

"Madeleine had met Leonard in an upper-level semiotics seminar taught by a renegade from the English department. Michael Zipperstein had arrived at Brown thirty-two years earlier filled with zeal for the New Criticism. He’d inculcated the habits of close reading and biography-free interpretation into three generations of students before taking a Road to Damascus sabbatical, in Paris, in 1975, where he’d met Roland Barthes at a dinner party and been converted, over duck cassoulet, to the new faith."

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/06/07/100607fi_fiction_eugenides?printable=true#ixzz0s03IPWnM

"A bunch of seaweed, a brood of fledgling doves, a bed of hyacinths and a coil of snakes..."

- from Proust's Swann's Way

What if no one wants to work in the new World Trade Center?

B.C.

"That's what I'm working on now, trying not to become a statistic."

MIA

"Her tour also gives her an opportunity to spread her anti establishment/​conspiracy-theory message."

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/30/magazine/30mia-t.html