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  • #1
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #2
    Raymond Carver
    Late Fragment

    And did you get what
    you wanted from this life, even so?
    I did.
    And what did you want?
    To call myself beloved, to feel myself
    beloved on the earth.”
    Raymond Carver, A New Path to the Waterfall

  • #3
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #4
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #5
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #6
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

  • #7
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
    I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
    jonathan safran foer

  • #8
    Elliot Perlman
    “He sits in his car at traffic lights on his way out sometimes and tries to estimate how many times he has sat here, waiting at these traffic lights on his way somewhere without you, hoping to meet someone with the capacity to consign you to an anecdote, to be eventually confused with others”
    Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

  • #9
    Elliot Perlman
    “He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did. He sits in his car at traffic lights on his way out sometimes and tries to estimate how many times he has sat here, waiting at these traffic lights on his way somewhere without you, hoping to meet someone with the capacity to consign you to an anecdote, to be eventually confused with others. He thinks of you when the woman lying next to him thinks he's asleep.”
    Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

  • #10
    Elliot Perlman
    “He nearly called you again last night. Can you imagine that, after all this time? He can. He imagines calling you or running into you by chance. Depending on the weather, he imagines you in one of those cotton dresses of yours with flowers on it or in faded blue jeans and a thick woollen button-up cardigan over a checkered shirt, drinking coffee from a mug, looking through your tortoiseshell glasses at a book of poetry while it rains. He thinks of you with your hair tied back and the characteristic sweet scent on your neck. He imagines you this way when he is on the train, in the supermarket, at his parents' house, at night, alone, and when he is with a woman.

    He is wrong, though. You didn't read poetry at all. He had wanted you to read poetry, but you didn't. If pressed, he confesses to an imprecise recollection of what it was you read and, anyway, it wasn't your reading that started this. It was the laughter, the carefree laughter, the three-dimensional Coca-Cola advertisement that you were, the try-anything-once friends, the imperviousness to all that came before you, the chain telephone calls, the in-jokes, the instant music, the sunlight you carried with you, the way he felt when you spoke to his parents, the introductory undergraduate courses, the inevitability of your success, the beach houses, ...”
    elliot perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

  • #11
    Elliot Perlman
    “Listen- all that she was then, all that she is now, those gestures, everything I remember but won't or can't articulate anymore, the perfect words that are somehow made imperfect when used to describe her and all that should remain unsaid about her- it is all unsupported by reason. I know that. But that enigmatic calm that attaches itself to people in the presence of reason- it's something from which I haven't been able to take comfort, not reliably, not since her.”
    Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

  • #12
    Elliot Perlman
    “What he and many people don't understand is that there is more to depression than a sometimes overwhelming feeling of inadequacy and hopelessness and profound sadness. When people are depressed they are sometimes very, very angry. They are not just quietly miserable. They can be filled with great passion.”
    Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

  • #13
    Ocean Vuong
    “I miss you more than I remember you.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #14
    Ocean Vuong
    “Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #15
    Ocean Vuong
    “In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

    I miss you more than I remember you.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #16
    Ocean Vuong
    “When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #17
    Ocean Vuong
    “It is no accident, Ma, that the comma resembles a fetus— that curve of continuation. We were all once inside our mothers, saying with our entire curved and silenced selves, more, more, more. I want to insist that are being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. And so what? So what if all I ever made of my life was more of it?”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #18
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #19
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
    "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
    "Yes. I want to ruin you."
    "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”
    Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

  • #20
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #21
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All thinking men are atheists.”
    Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

  • #22
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Even when I’m caught off guard by a lathery shade of peach on the bottom corner of a painting at the Met, as if being reminded that I haven’t seen all the colors, and how there’s more to see, and how one color’s newness can invalidate all of my sureness.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #23
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Memory fans out from imagination, and vice versa, and why not. Memory isn’t a well but an offshoot. It goes secretly. Comes apart. Deceives. It’s guilty of repurposing the meaning of deep meaning and poking fun at what you’ve emotionalized.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #24
    Miranda July
    “He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.”
    Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

  • #25
    Maggie Nelson
    “Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets

  • #26
    Maggie Nelson
    “I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words; I would rather have had you by my side than all the blue in the world.

    But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. 'Love is not consolation,' she wrote. 'It is light.'

    All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets

  • #27
    Maggie Nelson
    “199. For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets

  • #28
    Maggie Nelson
    “Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness? Can one pass oneself the sponge wet with vinegar from a reed?)”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets

  • #29
    Maggie Nelson
    “156. Why is the sky blue? -A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal.

    157. The part I do remember: that the blue of the sky depends on the darkness of empty space behind it. As one optics journal puts it, "The color of any planetary atmosphere viewed against the black of space and illuminated by a sunlike star will also be blue." In which case blue is something of an ecstatic accident produced by void and fire.”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets

  • #30
    Maggie Nelson
    “Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day's mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.”
    Maggie Nelson, Bluets



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