#litlitquote

[catandteas]

The way that all failed metaphors smashed together the irreconcilable; how they rammed aside the real to advance someone's cheap tidy idea of the world.

Tulathimutte, Tony. Private Citizens. New York, NY: Harper Collins Publishers, 2016. 217. Print.

[catandteas]

We doubt whether any marked event, for good or evil, ever befell New England... of which the inhabitants had not been previously warned by some spectacle of nature.

Hawthorne, Nathaniel. The Scarlet Letter. Ed. Susan S. Williams. Boston: Bedford College Editions, 2007. Print.

[catandteas]

Youthful men, not having taken deep root, give up hold of life so easily!

Hawthorne, Nathaniel. The Scarlet Letter. Ed. Susan S. Williams. Boston: Bedford College Editions, 2007. Print.

[catandteas]

If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write.

Hawthorne, Nathaniel. The Scarlet Letter. Ed. Susan S. Williams. Boston: Bedford College Editions, 2007. Print.

[catandteas]

Borne of such queer vehicle of fame, a knowledge of my existence, so far as name conveys it, was carried where it had never been before, and, I hope, will never go again.

Hawthorne, Nathaniel. The Scarlet Letter. Ed. Susan S. Williams. Boston: Bedford College Editions, 2007. Print.

[catandteas]

It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself

Hawthorne, Nathaniel. The Scarlet Letter. Ed. Susan S. Williams. Boston: Bedford College Editions, 2007. Print.

[catandteas]

Not a voice of her generation, but the voice of degeneration.

Tulathimutte, Tony. Private Citizens. New York, NY: Harper Collins Publishers, 2016. 83. Print.

[catandteas]

Art was so useless that effort meant nothing without overwhelming success. Process was the booby prize.

Tulathimutte, Tony. Private Citizens. New York, NY: Harper Collins Publishers, 2016. 84. Print.