“Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’” — Charles M. Shulz (via girlwithoutwings)
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“I think it’s good for a person to spend time alone. It gives them an opportunity to discover who they are and to figure out why they are always alone.” — Amy Sedaris, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence
“But in the end it wasn’t up to me. The big things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we’re born.” — Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via helplesslyamazed)
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“For what is more delightful than leisure devoted to literature? That literature I mean which gives us the knowledge of the infinite greatness of nature, and, in this actual world of ours, the sky, the lands, the seas.” — Cicero (via wwnorton)
“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone.” — John Cheever
“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.” — Nicole Krauss, The History Of Love (via incisio)
David Gemmell, The Sword in the Storm
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“It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.” — Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)
“Everyone in the room was so spectral-looking that Madeleine’s natural healthiness seemed suspect, like a vote for Reagan.” — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
“In all this welter of women I still hadn’t got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh…” — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via rational-nomad)
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“That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.” — 1Q84 haruki murakami (via creativecloud)
“You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.” — Isadora Duncan
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” —
Vladimir Nabokov
the phrase upon which my blog name is based. it describes the reason i write. because despite my limited skills, the words often give me no other choice.