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"Written in ink, in German, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the words “Dear God, life is hell.” Nothing led up to or away from it. Alone on the page, and in the sickly stillness of the room, the words appeared to have the stature of an uncontestable, even classic indictment. X stared at the page for several minutes, trying, against heavy odds, not to be taken in. Then, with far more zeal than he had done anything in weeks, he picked up a pencil stub and wrote down under the inscription, in English, “Fathers and teachers, I ponder, ‘What is Hell?’ I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."
-J.D. Salinger, For Esme, With Love and Squalor (via foals-)
You the man, J.D.
(Source: cailleboat, via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort.
And that is why we write.
"- Neil Gaiman 2009 Newbery Acceptance Speech (via zennikku10)(via teaforonesvp)
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"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
- C.S. Lewis (via libraryland)(via teaforonesvp)
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"A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thatkindofwoman)(Source: cupcakesandcasablanca, via thatkindofwoman)
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"There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you."
- Zora Neale Hurston (via deadwriters)(via drinksfromlastnight)
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"Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?"
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"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company… ."
- E.B White “Here is New York” from Essays of E.B White, which I am presently devouring. (via minusmanhattan)(Source: tress-fess, via oscarprgirl)
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— Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid
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Oh Monsieur Lagerfeld, easier said than done.
(Source: ketocean, via misswallflower)
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"Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.’"
- Kurt Vonnegut, on why he writes. (via ryanraaaar)(Source: The A.V. Club, via geales)
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goodeggs: this is good stuff. solid resource. from swissmiss:
The site is the brainchild of my friend Steve Kroeter. [He] approached highly respected members of the the design community and asked them to send in a list of books that had an important, meaningful, and formative impact on their lives. Books that have shaped their values, their worldview, and their ideas about design.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg2t4qEt6p1qzw853o1_500.png)
goodeggs: this is good stuff. solid resource. from swissmiss:
The site is the brainchild of my friend Steve Kroeter. [He] approached highly respected members of the the design community and asked them to send in a list of books that had an important, meaningful, and formative impact on their lives. Books that have shaped their values, their worldview, and their ideas about design.
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The Chinese Monk, his Indian Guide & their White Elephant « The Museum Of Modern Fiction
Another demonstration how you don’t have to get all Dickens-esque to write a decent story. After you read the story, definitely take a look at the commentary at the end. Which character are you?
I think I may look like an Indian Guide, but if I’m stuck in a cave due to a curry storm, then I am a White Elephant that is sometimes a Chinese Monk.
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Twenty-something.
Atlanta.
Hedonist.
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