You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and...– Ray Bradbury (via venebelle)
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...– Margaret Atwood (via deer-me)
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of...– Jack Gilbert, Horses at Midnight Without a Moon (via yesyes)
It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record...– Nick Hornby (via skeletales)
Right now, I strolled into the dusk. The air was murky and intoxicating…New...– Bob Dylan There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. (via allisonrae)
The Wells College Press will be publishing my senior thesis, a collection of poems entitled What Longing Is,sometime next fall as a letterpress chapbook. After it’s printed I’ll be invited back to campus as a Visiting Writer. This isn’t earth-shattering news or anything; I’m smart enough to know that it’s mostly because my dear mentor/professor always played...
With that said, I think storytellers—first and foremost—must pledge their...– Ta-Nehisi Coates on Girls (via bradleywarshauer) Also this: Invisibility is problematic. Caricature is worse. And this: There has been a lot of talk, this week about Lena Dunham’s responsibility, but significantly less about the the people who sign her checks. My question is not...
I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.– David Foster Wallace (via bersabea)
From behind he looks like a man I once loved, that hangdog slouch to his...– Dorianne Laux, “China”
Writing a novel is like having a dream →
elleamberley: “For me, writing a novel is like having a dream. Writing a novel lets me intentionally dream while I’m still awake. I can continue yesterday’s dream today, something you can’t normally do in everyday life.” Haruki Murakami
Great Essays by Novelists →
tetw: A Tetw reading list The Capital-T Truth by David Foster Wallace - DFW offers a stark but hopeful perspective on life’s fundamental questions. Liking Is for Cowards by Jonathan Franzen - Is clicking buttons a way to avoid real commitment? Living With Geese by Paul Theroux - As well as getting to the heart of Goose psychology, the author launches a scathing offensive against the needy,...
So why go places with guys you can’t talk to? You’ll never meet a soul that way...– Sylvia Plath genius advice (via creatingaquietmind)
My Life Right Now
Walk, write, drink iced coffee, repeat. It’s beyond wonderful. Although I really wish I had a dartboard to chuck darts at when I can’t remember a word. Kind of like how August Wilson used to pummel a punching bag to get himself revved up while writing dialogue. Otherwise it’s perfect.
Anonymous asked: Top 10 book recommendations. GO! Sorry, I really need good books to read and I don't trust myself to pick out any more books. Haven't had very good luck lately.
A dramatic Shakespearean response to every...
When something bad happens: True is it that we have seen better days.
When something REALLY bad happens: O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day That ever, ever I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this.O woeful day! O woeful day!
When people say that something is wrong because the Bible says so: The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
When my girlfriend abandons me for food: FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
When someone doesn't thank me for holding the door open for them: BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND! THOU ART NOT SO UNKIND AS MAN'S INGRATITUDE!
When I burn something while cooking: MY CAKE IS DOUGH!
When human stupidity frustrates me: LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!
When someone says I'm going to hell for my sins: NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBER'D.
When I'm broke: My pride fell with my fortunes
When someone turns the light on after a period of darkness and blinding light ensues: OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT!
When someone disagrees with me: THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN HEAVEN AND EARTH, HORATIO, THEN ARE DREAMT OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY.
When I argue with my girlfriend: The course of true love never did run smooth.
When I'm embarrassed: MUST I HOLD A CANDLE TO MY SHAMES?!
Someone says "Good Night": Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I’m reading Swamplandia! by Karen Russell, and it’s almost annoying how good it is. The prose is gorgeous. And the main character is so cute; I wish she were real so that I could hug her.
INT. THE BULLDOG - NIGHT
(Through the storefront windows we see a powerful storm raging outside--lightning flickering in the clouds, a torrential rain pounding the streets, the whole caboodle. I make my way through the Tuesday night crowd, dripping in my raincoat, shorts, and flip-flops, and set a wad of damp cash on the bar.)
Me: Hi, so um, weird question. Can I just get a big go-cup full of well whiskey?
Bartender: You mean . . . you want a double?
Me: No, I mean . . . a plastic cup . . . filled with whiskey. All the way to the top. Without ice. (waving cash) You can charge me a lot!
(Bartender stares blankly.)
Me (cont'd): I just . . . I live a block away, and all the stores are closed . . .
(Bartender eyes me with a mix of suspicion and pity, then relents. Pours a cup of Evan Williams and takes the money. With the cup inside my raincoat, I hunch over and exit into the driving rain. LIKE A BOSS.)
Momentarily went off the wagon to drink with a far-away old friend over the phone. No regrets!
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no...– Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay (via jasmirosas)