Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
— Rita Dove (via npsoak)
I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, The Last Interview (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”
— Jack London (via anotherthousand)
One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.”
— Carl Sagan (via somaholiday)
Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English.
It means they know another language.”
— H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (via imaan-daar)
If you are going to get anywhere in life you have to read a lot of books.”
— Roald Dahl (via bookporn)
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.”
— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via darkryemag)
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.”
— Dame Edith Sitwell (via infinite-paradox)
Readers are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer’s life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. it must be allowed to decay.”
— "The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield (via bookphile)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
Beautiful beautiful words!