December 2010
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
– Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat (via libraryland)
Every single cell in our body is replaced every...
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Seven years today.
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting....
– Andy Warhol (via quote-book)
"The Eel in the Cave", by Robert Bly →
Our veins are open to shadow, and our fingertips Porous to murder. It’s only the inattention Of the prosecutors that lets us go to lunch. Reading my old letters I notice a secret will. It’s as if another person had planned my life. Even in the dark, someone is hitching the horses. That…
Let woman out of the home, let man into it, should be the aim of education. The...
– Pearl S. Buck (via iwannotowidigdo)
"Poems of Air" by Mark Strand
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The poems of air are slowly dying; too light for the page, too faint, too far away, the ones we’ve called The Moon, The Stars, The Sun, sink into the sea or slid behind the cooling trees at the fields edge. The grace of light is everywhere.
Some summer day or winter night the poems will cease. No one will weep, no one will look at the sky. A heavy mist will fill...
I don’t wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind...
– ~Pearl S. Buck (via iwannotowidigdo)
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander...
– Vladimir Nabokov (Selected Letters 1940-1977) (via awritersruminations) (via booklover)