sparky shell

sparky's hell

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All he could do was reflect bitterly, as he had occasion to do each and every day, on the terrible disappointment of getting what you thought you wanted, only to discover it wasn't, that you'd been cheated out of something you couldn't even name.

Richard Russo, Everybody's Fool

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He knew from personal experience that the world was rational until it wasn't, after which all bets were off.

Richard Russo, Everybody's Fool

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Richard Russo, Everybody's Fool

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People professed to love straight lines, which provided them, after all, with the shortest distance between two points, but Raymer had come to believe that, deep down, humans preferred to meander.

Richard Russo, Everybody's Fool

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Well--I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower you hung all your own associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower--and I don't.

Georgia O'Keeffe

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nonprophet

[songsbysinatra]

Visit Original Link

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half and half =

[endless-unfolding]

You want to cry out loud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need any more of that sound.

Mary Oliver, from “The Poet With His Face in His Hands,” New and Selected Poems (Beacon Press, 2005)

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2 years later I got your message

as if i hadn't figured it out by now

i hate it but there's still a part of me

that would let you ruin everything

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The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I said nothing. I'm one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty,' but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself. And when finally they set the structure to burn the books, using the firemen, I grunted a few times and subsided, for there were no others grunting or yelling with me, by then. Now, it's too late.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

[theliteraryjournals]

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper (via jolinxo)

[lifeinpoetry]

new lovers plagiarize, say awkward things, and yearn they ask to see my pretty smile

but who smiles when the sky swallows its stars

— Christopher Soto, from “crush a pearl (its powder),” published in The Feminist Wire

[endless-unfolding]

you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.

Margaret Atwood, from “Speeches for Dr Frankenstein,” The Animals In That Country (Oxford University Press, 1968)