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— Richard Jackson, from “Waiting for Kafka,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)
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“The first birds are carrying off little bits of night in their beaks. A few others hover overhead like unfinished dreams.”
— Richard Jackson, from “Waiting for Kafka,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)
“Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.”
— Orhan Pamuk, The New Life (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, December 16, 2014)
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Eikos’ Hands, 1971, by Imogen Cunningham
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“Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.”
— Maya Angelou (via naturaekos)
“It’s funny. I still feel like a little girl . I’m still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I’m not completely different; I’m still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can’t seem to be able to catch anybody’s eye. Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I’m the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I’ve made and where I’m headed?”
— Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie (via books-n-quotes)
“They were different people together in daylight than they were alone in the dark.”
— Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (via books-n-quotes)
“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”
— André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name (via books-n-quotes)
“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.”
— Stephen King, The Stand (via books-n-quotes)
“I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.”
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, from Sonora (Soho Press, 2017)
“I’m caught in between what I wish and what I know.”
— Lauv, The Other (via books-n-quotes)
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“He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone.”
— Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via books-n-quotes)
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“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
— Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince (via books-n-quotes)
“Something was coming out of my hands. Something about desire and language.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011 (via violentwavesofemotion)