January 2011
“we die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed,...”
– ondaatje
“her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with...”
– morrison
the patronus
“Severus Snape wasn’t yours. Snape was Dumbledore’s, Dumbledore’s from the moment you started hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you don’t understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle? Snape’s Patronus was a doe, the same as my mother’s, because he loved her for nearly all his life, from the time...
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Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants…They don’t want a 24-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your...
“but Mother, i don’t want to grow up.”
– wendy
winning essays-keep it simple.
Two years ago, I was afraid of wanting anything. I figured wanting would lead to tryng and trying would lead to failure. But now I find I can’t stop wanting. I want to fly somewhere on first class. I want to travel to Europe on a business trip. I want to get invited to the White House. I want to learn about the world. I want to surprise myself. I want to be important. I want to be the best person...
irving
there is a sacredness in tears. they are not the mark of weakness, but of power. they speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. they are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.
steinbeck
i have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or sobbed for a time in utter laziness. i’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not a punishment.
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no feeling, no i don’t believe you
you don’t care a bit. you don’t care a bit.
your smile is on fire
“one should never listen to the flowers. one should simply look at them and...”
