April 2013
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“I feel numb and dumb, and unable to lay hands on any words.”
– From The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
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Rewind
time suddenly reverses and we watch together as winds and rivers build mountains from dust as islands sigh and sink back into the ocean like brooding leviathans we erase what we wrote and forge forests from blank canvases we excavate corpses like buried treasures born from the earth we compress and collapse the last great cities into cravings for change time suddenly reverses and we watch together...
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“Such grief does not even want consolation; it is nourished by the sense of its...”
– The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via dsm296)
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“But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up...”
– From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen....”
– From Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert (via larmoyante)
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A Sonnet of Invented Memories
1. I told you that I was a roadway of potholes, not safe to cross. You said nothing, showed up in my driveway wearing roller-skates. 2. The first time I asked you on a date, after you hung up, I held the air between our phones against my ear and whispered, “You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.” 3....
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Fables by Macbeth
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THE WRITER'S TECHNIQUE IN THIRTEEN THESES →
1. Anyone intending to embark on a major work should be lenient with himself and, having completed a stint, deny himself nothing that will not prejudice the next.
2. Talk about what you have written, by all means, but do not read from it while the work is in progress. Every gratification procured in this way will slacken your tempo. If this regime is followed, the growing desire to communicate...
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“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in...”
– Diaries of Franz Kafka by Franz Kafka (via journalofanobody)
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“What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager...”
– From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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“People were more often…blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did...”
– From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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“I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her...”
– By Anaïs Nin (via seabois)
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“Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a...”
– The Diaries of Franz Kafka, entry from October 19, 1921 by Franz Kafka (via infinitesplinters)
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March 2013
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“There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that’s...”
– From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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“The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep...”
– From Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett (via itsfromabook)
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“Age makes you notice certain things. For example, I now know that a man’s life...”
– From The Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
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“The humiliation I go through
when I think of my past
can only be described as...”
– By Franz Wright
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“And let me ask you this: the dead,
where aren’t they?”
– By Franz Wright (via faulknerandfieldnotes)
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From Moonrise Kingdom
Sam: What happened to your hand?
Suzy: I got hit in the mirror.
Sam: Really? How did that happen?
Suzy: I lost my temper at myself.
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Vex Me
Vex me, O Night, your stars stuttering like a stuck jukebox, put a spell on me, my bones atremble at your tabernacle of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me to a wall, let the stone fortress of my body fall like a rabid fox before an army of dogs. Rebuke me, rip out my larynx like a lazy snake and feed it to the voiceless throng. For I am midnight’s girl, scouring unlit streets...
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“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”
– By Alejandro Jodorowsky (via lindseyey)
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“Maybe I’m just the horizon
You run to when
She has left you and me
Here...”
– From Here. In My Head by Tori Amos
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“What filthy things my heart is capable of. Yes, filthy above all, disgusting,...”
– From Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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“Events come to people - not people to events. Why do some people have exciting...”
– From Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie
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“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.”
– By Groucho Marx (via creatingmyownwonderland)
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“Going from road to road,
Bed to bed,
Lover to lover,
Black to red”
– From Lover to Lover by Florence + the Machine
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February 2013
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