We must delight in each other, make other’s conditions our own, rejoice together, mourn together, labor and suffer together, always having before our eyes our commission and community in the work, our community as members of the same body.
—John Winthrop, A Model of Christian Charity
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
—Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via theunquotables)
One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.
—Harold Pinter, Various Voices: Prose, Poetry, Politics
‘And so it begins. I’ve heard about this.’
I frown. ‘Heard about what?’
‘Babies mean no sex.’
‘I’m sure that’s not true. Otherwise we’d all come from one-child families.’
—E L James, Fifty Shades Freed