I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, ‘The Beatles did’. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake. (RosettaBooks, August 22, 2011) Originally published 1997.
metamorphosis, n.: Love turns us into winged creatures, venturing in ways we never could have conceived in our crawling days. — David Levithan, A Lover’s Dictionary. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition (1 in number line) edition January 4, 2011)
It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. — Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers,” The Return of the Rivers. (Inferno Press May 1957 )
The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms. ― Kurt Vonnegut
I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived you can’t call your own. — Mark Danielewski, House of Leaves. (Pantheon, Random House March 7, 2000)
Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist. — George Carlin
By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come—I know it. I mean to… Continue reading Mark Twain