Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Song at Midnight”
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Song at Midnight”
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir
franz kafka quotes + old book scans
when vincent van gogh said “but you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more”
“People are always telling you that “we have always done thus,” and then you find that their “always” means a generation or two, or a century or two, at most a millennium or two. Cultural ways and habits are blips, compared to the ways and habits of the body, of the race. There really is very little that human beings on our plane have “always” done, except find food and drink, sleep, sing, talk, procreate, nurture the children, and probably band together to some extent. Indeed it can be seen as our human essence, how few behavioral imperatives we follow. How flexible we are in finding new things to do, new ways to go. How ingeniously, inventively, desperately we seek the right way, the true way, the Way we believe we lost long ago among the thickets of novelty and opportunity and choice…”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Seasons of the Ansarac
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love is stored in the kitchen
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