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  • #1
    Amy  Ballard
    “A postcard and I'm pining for New England. . .”
    Amy Ballard, Landlocked

  • #2
    Joan Didion
    “When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.”
    Joan Didion, Blue Nights

  • #3
    Joan Didion
    “We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
    Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

  • #4
    Joan Didion
    “I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”
    Joan Didion

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “she was consumed by 3 simple things:
    drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
    youth and beauty”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #6
    Carson McCullers
    “I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.”
    Carson McCullers

  • #7
    Joan Didion
    “It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one's self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year-old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a river levee drinking vodka-and-orange-juice and listening to Les Paul and Mary Ford and their echoes sing "How High the Moon" on the car radio. (You see I still have the scenes, but I no longer perceive myself among those present, no longer could ever improvise the dialogue.) The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering me with her vulnerability and ignorance, an apparition all the more insistent for being so long banished.
    It is a good idea, then, to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about. And we are all on our own when it comes to keeping those lines open to ourselves: your notebook will never help me, nor mine you.”
    Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

  • #8
    Tony Hoagland
    “Who would have imagined that I would have to go a million miles away from the place where I was born to find the people who love me? And that I would go that distance and that I would find those people?”
    Tony Hoagland

  • #9
    “There is no pleasure like leaving
    before dawn in last night's clothes.
    Light snow or thick dew in the grass-
    no one's passed this way before.
    The note you left needed only a few words,
    no explanation where lies could creep in.
    Your eyes, blinked clear, won't squint or glance off,
    it's the stars that turn their faces away.
    He or she is or is not the one you love
    and you cannot stay. The dark
    turns to mist and the mist cannot stay
    but for once there's no need for alarm.
    You're getting a good head start.
    Maybe the world isn't made of dust.
    Maybe you won't make another mistake.
    You're as young as you'll ever be.”
    Dean Young

  • #10
    “I still love the sound of breaking,

    the tearing of the page”
    Dean Young

  • #11
    “Elegy on Toy Piano"

    For Kenneth Koch
    You don't need a pony
    to connect you to the unseeable
    or an airplane to connect you to the sky.

    Necessary it is to love to live
    and there are many manuals
    but in all important ways
    one is on one's own.

    You need not cut off your hand.
    No need to eat a bouquet.
    Your head becomes a peach pit.
    Your tongue a honeycomb.

    Necessary it is to live to love,
    to charge into the burning tower
    then charge back out
    and necessary it is to die.
    Even for the trees, even for the pony
    connecting you to what can't be grasped.

    The injured gazelle falls behind the
    herd. One last wild enjambment.

    Because of the sores in his mouth,
    the great poet struggles with a dumpling.
    His work has enlarged the world
    but the world is about to stop including him.
    He is the tower the world runs out of.

    When something becomes ash,
    there's nothing you can do to turn it back.
    About this, even diamonds do not lie.”
    Dean Young

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movement of
    the hands of a clock.

    people so tired
    mutilated
    either by love or no love.

    people just are not good to each other
    one on one.

    the rich are not good to the rich
    the poor are not good to the poor.

    we are afraid.

    our educational system tells us
    that we can all be
    big-ass winners.

    it hasn't told us
    about the gutters
    or the suicides.

    or the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone

    untouched
    unspoken to

    watering a plant.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #13
    Tom Waits
    “The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.”
    Tom Waits

  • #14
    Tom Waits
    “This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!”
    Tom Waits

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “I want so much that is not here and do not know
    where to go.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

  • #16
    Joan Didion
    “I closed the box and put it in a closet.
    There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.”
    Joan Didion, Where I Was From

  • #17
    Joan Didion
    “I tell you this not as aimless revelation but because I want you to know, as you read me, precisely who I am and where I am and what is on my mind. I want you to understand exactly what you are getting: you are getting a woman who for some time now has felt radically separated from most of the ideas that seem to interest people. You are getting a woman who somewhere along the line misplaced whatever slight faith she ever had in the social contract, in the meliorative principle, in the whole grand pattern of human endeavor. Quite often during the past several years I have felt myself a sleepwalker, moving through the world unconscious of the moment’s high issues, oblivious to its data, alert only to the stuff of bad dreams, the children burning in the locked car in the supermarket parking lot, the bike boys stripping down stolen cars on the captive cripple’s ranch, the freeway sniper who feels “real bad” about picking off the family of five, the hustlers, the insane, the cunning Okie faces that turn up in military investigations, the sullen lurkers in doorways, the lost children, all the ignorant armies jostling in the night. Acquaintances read The New York Times, and try to tell me the news of the world. I listen to call-in shows.”
    Joan Didion, The White Album

  • #18
    Joan Didion
    “I went because I was interested in the alchemy of issues.”
    Joan Didion, The White Album

  • #19
    Pema Chödrön
    “WE ALREADY HAVE everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves—the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds—never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.”
    Pema Chödrön, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living

  • #20
    Richard Brautigan
    “THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE

    There are days when that is the last place
    in the world that you want to be but you
    have to be there, like a movie, because it
    -----features you.”
    Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork

  • #21
    “Because I just don't really care about what the liquid in my glass says about me anymore. I'd like to tell you it's because sobriety cured my need for specialness. I'd like to tell you I invented the stapler and can start fires with my mind. But no.”
    Kristi Coulter, Nothing Good Can Come from This

  • #22
    Joan Didion
    “I do not know many people who think they have succeeded as parents. Those who do tend to cite the markers that indicate (their own) status in the world: the Stanford degree....Those of us less inclined to compliment ourselves on our parenting skills, in other words most of us, recite rosaries of our failures, our neglects, our derelictions and delinquencies.”
    Joan Didion, Blue Nights

  • #23
    Olivia Gatwood
    “One more thing
    when they call you a bitch, say thank you. say thank you, very much.”
    Olivia Gatwood, New American Best Friend

  • #24
    Olivia Gatwood
    “It's easy to hurt someone who looks just like you, especially when you hate yourself.”
    Olivia Gatwood, New American Best Friend

  • #25
    Lauren Oliver
    “The windows are open, admitting the September breeze: a month that smells like notepaper and pencil shavings, autumn leaves and car oil. A month that smells like progress, like moving on.”
    Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls

  • #26
    Joan Didion
    “The center was not holding. It was a country of bankruptcy notices and public-auction announcements and commonplace reports of casual killings and misplaced children and abandoned homes and vandals who misplaced even the four-letter words they scrawled. It was a country in which families routinely disappeared, trailing bad checks and repossession papers. Adolescents drifted from city to torn city, sloughing off both the past and the future as snakes shed their skins, children who were never taught and would never now learn the games that had held the society together. People were missing. Children were missing. Parents were missing. Those left behind filed desultory missing- persons reports, then moved on themselves.”
    Joan Didion

  • #27
    Joan Didion
    “Alcohol has its own well-know defects as a medication for depression but no one has ever suggested - ask any doctor - that it is not the most effective anti-anxiety agent yet known.”
    Joan Didion, Blue Nights

  • #28
    Margaret Atwood
    “Last year I abstained
    this year I devour

    without guilt
    which is also an art”
    Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

  • #29
    Carson McCullers
    “Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.”
    Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

  • #30
    Carson McCullers
    “How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?”
    Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter



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