Portia de Rossi
And I somehow always felt less lonely when I was completely alone. – Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain (Atria, 2010) Advertisements
Category: Memoir
Sylvia Plath
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
C.D. Wright
Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified. ― C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil. (Copper Canyon Press; First Printing edition, February 1, 2005)
Frank O’Hara
If life were merely a habit, I should commit suicide; but even now, more or less desperate, I cannot but think, ‘Something wonderful may happen.’ It is not optimism, it is a rejection of self-pity (I hope) which leaves a loophole for life… I merely choose to remain living out of respect for possibility. And… Continue reading Frank O’Hara
Mary Oliver
All summer they are red and pink and white tents of softness and nectar, which wafts and hangs everywhere–a sweetness so palpable and excessive that, before it, I’m struck, I’m taken, I’m conquered; I’m washed into it, as though it was a river, full of dreaming and idleness–I drop to the sand, I can’t move;… Continue reading Mary Oliver
William Least Heat-Moon
Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources. ― William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways. (Back Bay Books; 1st Back Bay pbk. ed edition, October 19, 1999)
Roland Barthes
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us. — Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary. (Hill and Wang; First Edition edition, October 12, 2010)
