“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist—but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.”—Ernest Hemingway Selected Letters 1917-1961 [via]
“At the Philip Levine reading we chatted for all of a minute about Geoff Dyer until the point when, you know, the reading began. I wish I’d approached you sooner, and that we had the chance to talk longer about literature, life, whatever … Hope you’re doing well with your studies, and that we might cross paths again.”—
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.
“My own life seems to have been a series of jerky, aimless zigzags, spermatozoic, instinctive, irrational, an inborn error of metabolism over which I have no control, only redeemed by the gift of language.”—Richard Selzer, Diary