January 2012
…Further, accentuating all these difficulties and making them harder to bear is...
– Virginia Woolf, “A Room of One’s Own” (via wisheye)
Jocelyn knows I’m waiting for Bennie. But Bennie is waiting for Alice, who’s...
– Jennifer Egan, A Visit From The Goon Squad (via facethedawn)
The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
– William Blake (via anidridecarbonica)
The World Is in Pencil
rabbit-light:
—not pen. It’s got that same silken dust about it, doesn’t it, that same sense of having been roughed onto paper even as it was planned. It had to be a labor of love. It must’ve taken its author some time, some shove. I’ll bet it felt good in the hand—the o of the ocean, and the and and the and of the land.
Todd Boss
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Actually we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them—...
– Philip Roth
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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us...
– Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via carleeen)
The Solitary
art-of-drowning:
No: my heart shall be a tower, and I myself set at its highest rim: where nothing else exists, once again pain and the unsayable, once again world.
Still one thing alone in immensity, growing dark then light again, still one last face full of longing thrust out into the unappeasable,
still one uttermost face made of stone heeding only its own inner gravity, while the distances...
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"Safe Sex" by Donald Hall
If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident
they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words;
if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire
only the tribute of another’s cry; if they employ each other
as revenge on old lovers or families of entitlement and steel—
then there will be no betrayals, no letters returned unread,
no frenzy, no hurled words of...
All men, however highly educated, retain some superstitious inklings.
– H.G. Wells, The Invisible Man (via chamaeri)
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my...
– Night by Elie Wiesel (via mariellexbby)
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds — if it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.
– Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (via liquidnight)
One day I discovered the right tone. It was based on the way my grandmother used...
– Gabriel García Márquez (via theparisreview)
Under the gaze of vintage Italian posters and forests of empty wine bottles,...
– You go, Groupon copywriter. Don’t let that email-as-medium fact hold you back. (via newsweek)
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We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them...
– Edith Lovejoy Pierce
December 2011
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I can be glib and truthful all at once.
– Richard Russo
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lookatmybooks:
Maine by J. Courtney Sullivan
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A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely...
– Oscar Wilde