January 2012
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I know I said I don’t believe in change, but maybe it’s because I’m the only one who stays the same. There must be a reason why others who were once prominent in my life are moving on to more minor roles. It can’t be because they all grew out of what once linked us together or because we weren’t really as close at it seems. It must be something anew in each and...
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“Adieu,” he said, “this is goodbye. I’ll never forget you,...”
– Irène Némirovsky
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No matter what language I attempt to pick up, I will never be able to effectively communicate the language of my feelings.
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I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son...
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“If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I...”
– from My Girlfriend is in Love with Holden Caulfield by David Levithan
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“Let the woman wake
from sleep, as she does each morning
of her life. Let her...”
– Let X Equal… by Anne Haines
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“‘Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands...”
– -Jeanette Winterson (Written on the Body)
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the...
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“There is a loneliness that opens up between two people sitting in a bar, not in...”
– Anne Carson, Kinds of Water (via everythingwillburn)
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“I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal...”
– Nicole Krauss, from The History of Love (via growing-orbits)
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“Daily he told me I was beautiful,
my breast cupped in his palm cured
me of any...”
– Doris Ferleger, Mirrors (via grammatolatry)
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“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom....”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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The Tomb of the Unknown Friend by Richard Brautigan
I saw somebody on the street yesterday that I almost knew very well. It was a man with a kind and interesting face. Too bad we had never met before. We might have been very close friends if only we had met. When I saw him I almost felt like stopping and suggesting that we have a drink and talk about old times, mutual friends and...
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“I want my name to mean me.” -Mark Haddon
Sometimes when I hear someone say my name, I think to myself: my god, that doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. It doesn’t sound like the kind of name I’d give myself. If repeated, Brittany sounds so foreign that I can actually alienate myself from the three syllables that tap at my palate.
The meaning of Brittany means from Britain....
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Milos by Anis Mojgani
Let us take a sack of spray paint and spray paint over the paintings. Let dance through Paris; kiss in the shadow of the louve, crawl inside its windows, scroll manifesto’s over its canvas’, write morris’ code on the sculputers, roll a sleeping bag on the floors to sleep inside of, tell one another a story by flashlight, unearth everything from before,...
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“Carl Jung called it the shadow. After each night
with either of you I loosened...”
– “Apologia For My Shadow,” Andrew P. Dillon (via clavicola)
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“There is no happiness without knowledge. But knowledge of happiness is unhappy;...”
– Fernando Pessoa, from A Factless Autobiography (translated by R. Zenith)
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[Louveciennes]
(June 11, 1932)
[Henry:]
Things I forgot to tell you:
That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you.
That I love you.
That I love you.
That I love you.
...
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“She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose,...”
– Lorrie Moore (via obdormio)
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“It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “This Is a Photograph of Me” (via growing-orbits)
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“The books are to remind us what asses and fool we are. They’re...”
– Ray Bradbury
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“For years I kept quiet, feeling all my words twisting and tangling inside me...”
– Lemony Snicket
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“…You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the...”
– excerpt from The Archipelago of Kisses by Jeffrey McDaniel
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“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost...”
– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via growing-orbits)
moledro
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.