Ernest Hemingway | A Farewell to Arms | pg. 226
(thanks hateshiploveship)
I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect, anyway, and I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person.
But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really. They have a certain appearance of fragility, these neurotic people that I write about, but they are really strong.
Tennessee Williams
from “Williams: Twenty Years after Glass Menagerie“ by Joanne Stang, New York Times, 1965
Source: The New York Times
Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs…
Herman Melville | Moby Dick | Ch. XXIII
(thanks growing-orbits!)
How easily our loved ones
leave us, speeding into sunsets,
maiming us with absence.”
-Larissa Szporluk, from “Sea Lettuce
Source: ahuntersheart
Cormac McCarthy | Suttree | pg. 4
James Baldwin interview on July 15, 1961 in WFMT studio in Chicago, IL
from Conversations with James Baldwin edited by Fred Standley and Louis Pratt, pg. 21
I need someone whose mind falls like a chopper on a block; to whom the pitch of absurdity is sublime, and a shoe-string adorable.
Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf
Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam.
Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.
Dullness of words where God speaks. A dark which feels
good. Drawn curtains. On the dark page lines continue the
crease and the dream, the space between.
that summer rain, it was all she wrote…
They lived and loved and laughed and left.
When we pay attention to nature’s music, we find that everything on the earth contributes to its harmony.
