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Stoner

by John Williams

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"Shortest book ever and it’s taking me forever to get through🥲I get the idea behind it but just can’t make myself get invested" — Jan 19, 2026 06:19AM

Dec 31, 2025 04:37PM

“She was still hugging the cat. “Poor slob,” she said, tickling his head, “poor slob without a name. It’s a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven’t any right to give him one: He’ll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of hooked up by the river one day, we don’t belong to each other. He’s an independent, and so am I. I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found a place where me and things belong together.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

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“Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.”
― Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993

tags: story, writing

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“You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad.”
― Cisneros Sandra

tags: the-house-on-mango-street

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“the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing”
― Cisneros Sandra

tags: the-house-on-mango-street

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“But there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of pinewoods or prairie. One went: Don’t wanna sleep, Don’t wanna die, Just wanna go a-travelin’ through the pastures of the sky; and this one seemed to gratify her the most, for often she continued it long after her hair hard dried, after the sun had gone and there were lighted windows in the dusk.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

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