Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.
—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran-Foer)
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.
—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran-Foer)
The US budget is like a 1st grader playing Oregon Trail. Spend all the money on ammunition so you can shoot at stuff, then wonder why your wagon is falling apart and everyone is dying of dysentery.
—Malhavoc430 // Reddit (via onahalladay)
(Source: mattchew03, via onahalladay)
The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so throughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.
—Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
better room designing through television (#108) on Flickr.
this is the collection of stuff on the wall above my bed.
that’s a TV Land hat commemorating the dedication of the Mary Tyler Moore stature in downtown Minneapolis.
if you have to ask why i have a big gold M on the wall even though my name is Simone, see the above.
on the left a greeting card : “having a place to go is a home. having someone to love is a family.”
in the middle : “to describe happiness is diminish it.”
and on the end written on the chalk board, “in this world there is a kind of painful progress, longing for what we’ve left behind and dreaming ahead. at least, i think that’s so.”
Christmas is a time when utter perfection seems within human reach: family members come home again, gifts bring joy to both donor and recipient, and goodwill pours from every lighted window.
—Karal Ann Marling, Merry Christmas! Celebrating America’s Greatest Holiday
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.
—Stephen King | Submitted by: bornonthe17th (via quote-book)
“If you start taking books off shelves then you are only going to find what you are looking for, which does not help those who do not know what they are looking for.” - Jeanette Winterson
(photo from my Flickr)
“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.” - Jeanette Winterson
(Photo from my Flickr)
This had been Agnes’s mishmash decade, after college. She had lived improvisationally then, getting this job or that, in restaurants or offices, taking a class or two, not thinking far ahead, negotiating the precariousness and subway flus and scrimping for an occasional manicure or a play. Such a life required much exaggerated self-esteem. It engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.
—Lorrie Moore, Birds of America
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