To learn more about feed, please choose one of the following links: Feed
But oh, how slowly minutes roll
When absent from her eyes,
That feed my love, which is my soul:
It languishes and dies.
—John Wilmot, 2d Earl Of Rochester (1647–1680)
Or visit any of the related category links to feed found on this page or elsewhere on the site.
To me, literature is a calling, even a kind of salvation. It connects me with an enterprise that is over 2,000 years old. What do we have from the past? Art and thought. That’s what lasts. That’s what continues to feed people and given them an idea of something better. A better state of one’s feelings or simply the idea of a silence in one’s self that allows one to think or to feel. Which to me is the same.
—Susan Sontag (b. 1933)