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  • #1
    Harmony Korine
    “I was walking home from the theatre with Goethe this evening when we saw a small boy in a plum colored waistcoat. Youth, Goethe said, is the silky apple butter on the good brown bread of possibility”
    Harmony Korine, A Crackup at the Race Riots

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #3
    Jesmyn Ward
    “I washed my hands every day, Jojo. But that damn blood ain't never come out. Hold my hands up to my face, I can smell it under my skin. Smelled it when the warden and sergeant cam up on us, the dogs yipping and licking blood from they muzzles. They'd torn his throat out, hamstringed him. Smelled it when the warden told me I'd done good. Smelled it the day they let me out on account I'd led the dog that caught and killed Richie. Smelled it when I finally found his mama after weeks of searching, just so I could tell her Richie was dead and she could look at me with a stone face and shut the door on me. Smelled it when I made it home in the middle of the night, smelled it over the sour smell of the bayou and the salt smell of the sea, smelled it years later when I climbed into bed with Philomene, put my nose in your grandmother's neck, and breathed her in like the scent of her could wash the other away. But it didn't. When Given died, I thought I'd drown in it. Drove me blind, made me so crazy I couldn't speak. Didn't nothing come close to easing it until you came along.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing

  • #4
    Greg Sestero
    “In the love scene’s final shot, Johnny gets out of bed and walks bare-assed to the bathroom. Tommy thought long and hard about his decision to show his ass. “I need to do it,” he told me. “I have to show my ass or this movie won’t sell.”
    Greg Sestero, The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made

  • #5
    Jesmyn Ward
    “Growing up out here in the country taught me things. Taught me that after the first fat flush of life, time eats away at things: it rusts machinery, it matures animals to become hairless and featherless, and it withers plants [...] since Mama got sick, I learned pain can do that too. Can eat a person until there’s nothing but bone and skin and a thin layer of blood left. How it can eat your insides and swell you in wrong ways.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing

  • #6
    Jesmyn Ward
    “Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught in the throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing

  • #7
    Mohsin Hamid
    “We are all migrants through time.”
    Mohsin Hamid, Exit West
    tags: time

  • #8
    Greg Sestero
    “The Room is a drama that is also a comedy that is also an existential cry for help that is finally a testament to human endurance.”
    Greg Sestero, The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made

  • #9
    Greg Sestero
    “Upon its debut, The Room was a spectacular bomb, pulling in all of $1,800 during its initial two-week Los Angeles run. It wasn’t until the last weekend of the film’s short release that the seeds of its eventual cultural salvation were planted. While passing a movie theater, two young film students named Michael Rousselet and Scott Gairdner noticed a sign on the ticket booth that read: NO REFUNDS. Below the sign was this blurb from a review: “Watching this film is like getting stabbed in the head.” They were sold.”
    Greg Sestero, The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made

  • #10
    Mohsin Hamid
    “To love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you.”
    Mohsin Hamid, Exit West
    tags: love

  • #11
    Mohsin Hamid
    “And so their memories took on potential, which is of course how our greatest nostalgias are born.”
    Mohsin Hamid, Exit West

  • #12
    Mohsin Hamid
    “It might seem odd that in cities teetering at the edge of the abyss young people still go to class—in this case an evening class on corporate identity and product branding—but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings and middles until the instant when it does.”
    Mohsin Hamid, Exit West

  • #13
    Celeste Ng
    “Before that she hadn’t realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #14
    Celeste Ng
    “The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you—whether because you didn't get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #15
    Celeste Ng
    “How had it begun? Like everything: with mothers and fathers. Because of Lydia’s mother and father, because of her mother’s and father’s mothers and fathers.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #16
    Celeste Ng
    “It’s too late. He’s already learned how not to drown.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #18
    Daniel Keyes
    “Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #20
    Daniel Keyes
    “I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #21
    Daniel Keyes
    “Now I understand that one of the important reasons for going to college and getting an education is to learn that the things you've believed in all your life aren't true, and that nothing is what it appears to be.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #22
    Daniel Keyes
    “Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I've discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #23
    Daniel Keyes
    “There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #24
    Daniel Keyes
    “Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed. A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it. Is there time?”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #25
    Daniel Keyes
    “Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #26
    Daniel Keyes
    “I'm living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night—in the moments before I pass off into sleep—ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem. Incredible that anything could happen to take away this bubbling energy, the zest that fills everything I do. It's as if all the knowledge I've soaked in during the past months has coalesced and lifted me to a peak of light and understanding. This is beauty, love, and truth all rolled into one. This is joy.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #27
    Daniel Keyes
    “P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #28
    Jesmyn Ward
    “I think my love for books sprang from my need to escape the world I was born into, to slide into another where words were straightforward and honest, where there was clearly delineated good and evil, where I found girls who were strong and smart and creative and foolish enough to fight dragons, to run away from home to live in museums, to become child spies, to make new friends and build secret gardens.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Men We Reaped: A Memoir

  • #29
    Jesmyn Ward
    “We tried to outpace the thing that chased us, that said: You are nothing. We tried to ignore it, but sometimes we caught ourselves repeating what history said, mumbling along, brainwashed: I am nothing. We drank too much, smoked too much, were abusive to ourselves, to each other. We were bewildered. There is a great darkness bearing down on our lives, and no one acknowledges it.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Men We Reaped: A Memoir

  • #30
    Jesmyn Ward
    “Life is a hurricane, and we board up to save what we can and bow low to the earth to crouch in that small space above the dirt where the wind will not reach. We honor anniversaries of deaths by cleaning graves and sitting next to them before fires, sharing food with those who will not eat again. We raise children and tell them other things about who they can be and what they are worth: to us, everything. We love each other fiercely, while we live and after we die. We survive; we are savages.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Men We Reaped: A Memoir



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