What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. — Jack Kerouac, On The Road. (Penguin Books December 28, 1976)… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back. — The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) Directed by Peter Jackson and based on the novel by J. R. R. Tolkien. (Del Rey July 12, 1986) Originally published October 20th 1955.… Continue reading J. R. R. Tolkien
Perhaps that’s what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that’s what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I’m neither one side nor the other, I’m in… Continue reading Samuel Beckett
I’d emerge from my personal darkness for a second and then plunge into it again as though nothing had happened. I felt at ease in my black thoughts, safe from my torments, out of reach of troublesome questions, alone inside my rage, which was digging channels in my veins and merging with the fibers of… Continue reading Yasmina Khadra
He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all. — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses.… Continue reading Cormac McCarthy
…if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?” ― H.D., from “The Walls Do Not Fall,” Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod. (New Directions; Reprint edition September 17, 1998) Originally published January… Continue reading H.D.
There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind—wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and… Continue reading Toni Morrison