Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. — James Joyce from “Araby,” Dubliners (Grant Richards Ltd., 1914)
You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers. — Neil Gaiman, from “A Lunar Labyrinth,” Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances. ( William Morrow February 3, 2015)
We are not idealized wild things. We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one… Continue reading Joan Didion
It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, from “The Prophetic Pictures,” Twice-Told Tales. (Palala Press September 21,… Continue reading Nathaniel Hawthorne
The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better. ― Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over. (Ecco; 1st edition May 31, 2002) Originally published 1998.
Someday it all comes. — Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook,” Slouching Towards Bethlehem. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 1, 1990) Originally published 1968.
I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one’s wife’s lover in one’s socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible. ― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata. (Modern Library; Modern Library Paperback Ed edition September 9, 2003) Originally published 1889.