April 2012
107 posts
“I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”
– Oscar Wilde (via kingsrow)
“Something about the stillness of his shoulders touched me.”
– Stillness « Kirbs
The Best of It
However carved up or pared down we get, we keep on making the best of it as though it doesn’t matter that our acre’s down to a square foot. As though our garden could be one bean and we’d rejoice if it flourishes, as though one bean could nourish us.
KAY RYAN
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
– Henry David Thoreau (via kingsrow)
His desire sprouted eyes « Body LIT →
“For me, words on a page give the world coherence.”
– Alberto Manguel
“My own life seems to have been a series of jerky, aimless zigzags, spermatozoic,...”
– Richard Selzer, Diary
“Debussy, / when he felt his opera going nowhere, / let it.”
– Dean Young
“My worry is not the absence of presence in writing but the presence of absence...”
– Charles Bernstein
“Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent...”
– Marguerite Yourcenar
“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly,...”
– Joyce Carol Oates
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters… But with what? With wine,...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via larmoyante) 