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  • #1
    Edward Gorey
    “The helpful thought for which you look
    Is written somewhere in a book.”
    Edward Gorey

  • #2
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #3
    Toni Morrison
    “At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #4
    “Just because you’re taught that something’s right and everyone believes it’s right, it don’t make it right.”
    Stephen Sommers

  • #5
    Rumi
    “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.”
    Rumi

  • #6
    Toni Morrison
    “To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #8
    Ian McEwan
    “A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #9
    W.B. Yeats
    “When You Are Old"


    WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #10
    Annie Proulx
    “I wish I knew how to quit you.”
    Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain

  • #11
    James Baldwin
    “People can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents. Life gives these and also takes them away and the great difficulty is to say Yes to life.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

  • #12
    Allen Ginsberg
    “No rest
    without love,
    No sleep
    without dreams
    of love -
    be mad or chill
    obsessed with angels
    or machines
    the final wish
    is love.”
    Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

  • #13
    Jane Bowles
    “True enough,” said Mrs. Copperfield, bringing her fist down on the table and looking very mean. “I have gone to pieces, which is a thing I’ve wanted to do for years. I know I am as guilty as I can be, but I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before.”
    Jane Bowles, Two Serious Ladies

  • #14
    D.H. Lawrence
    “Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.”
    D.H. Lawrence

  • #15
    Adrienne Rich
    “Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you...it means that you do not treat your body as a commodity with which to purchase superficial intimacy or economic security; for our bodies to be treated as objects, our minds are in mortal danger. It means insisting that those to whom you give your friendship and love are able to respect your mind. It means being able to say, with Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre: "I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

    Responsibility to yourself means that you don't fall for shallow and easy solutions--predigested books and ideas...marrying early as an escape from real decisions, getting pregnant as an evasion of already existing problems. It means that you refuse to sell your talents and aspirations short...and this, in turn, means resisting the forces in society which say that women should be nice, play safe, have low professional expectations, drown in love and forget about work, live through others, and stay in the places assigned to us. It means that we insist on a life of meaningful work, insist that work be as meaningful as love and friendship in our lives. It means, therefore, the courage to be "different"...The difference between a life lived actively, and a life of passive drifting and dispersal of energies, is an immense difference. Once we begin to feel committed to our lives, responsible to ourselves, we can never again be satisfied with the old, passive way.”
    Adrienne Rich

  • #16
    Alexander Pushkin
    “I want to understand you,
    I study your obscure language.”
    Alexander Pushkin

  • #17
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #18
    Zoë Heller
    “Being alone is not the most awful thing in the world. You visit your museums and cultivate your interests and remind yourself how lucky you are not to be one of those spindly Sudanese children with flies beading their mouths. You make out To Do lists - reorganise linen cupboard, learn two sonnets. You dole out little treats to yourself - slices of ice-cream cake, concerts at Wigmore Hall. And then, every once in a while, you wake up and gaze out of the window at another bloody daybreak, and think, I cannot do this anymore. I cannot pull myself together again and spend the next fifteen hours of wakefulness fending off the fact of my own misery.

    People like Sheba think that they know what it's like to be lonely. They cast their minds back to the time they broke up with a boyfriend in 1975 and endured a whole month before meeting someone new. Or the week they spent in a Bavarian steel town when they were fifteen years old, visiting their greasy-haired German pen pal and discovering that her hand-writing was the best thing about her. But about the drip drip of long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. They don't know what it is to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the laundrette. Or to sit in a darkened flat on Halloween night, because you can't bear to expose your bleak evening to a crowd of jeering trick-or-treaters. Or to have the librarian smile pityingly and say, ‘Goodness, you're a quick reader!’ when you bring back seven books, read from cover to cover, a week after taking them out. They don't know what it is to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand on your shoulder sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. I have sat on park benches and trains and schoolroom chairs, feeling the great store of unused, objectless love sitting in my belly like a stone until I was sure I would cry out and fall, flailing, to the ground. About all of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.”
    Zoë Heller, What Was She Thinking? [Notes on a Scandal]

  • #19
    Langston Hughes
    “Looks like what drives me crazy
    Don't have no effect on you--
    But I'm gonna keep on at it
    Till it drives you crazy, too.”
    Langston Hughes, Selected Poems

  • #20
    Marguerite Duras
    “It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.”
    Marguerite Duras, The Lover

  • #21
    William Faulkner
    “Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
    William Faulkner

  • #22
    Agatha Christie
    “I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
    Agatha Christie

  • #23
    Milan Kundera
    Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell.
    Milan Kundera, The Joke
    tags: hell

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #25
    Louise Erdrich
    “When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.”
    Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves

  • #26
    George Orwell
    “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #27
    J.M. Coetzee
    “To the last we will have learned nothing. In all of us, deep down, there seems to be something granite and unteachable. No one truly believes, despite the hysteria in the streets, that the world of tranquil certainties we were born into is about to be extinguished. No one can accept that an imperial has been annihilated by men with bows and arrows and rusty old guns who live in tents and never wash and cannot read or write. And who am I to jeer at life-giving illusions? Is there any better way to pass these last days than in dreaming of a saviour with a sword who will scatter the enemy hosts and forgive us the errors that have been committed by others in our name and grant us a second chance to build our earthly paradise?”
    J.M. Coetzee, Waiting for the Barbarians

  • #28
    Bertolt Brecht
    “In the dark times
    Will there also be singing?
    Yes, there will also be singing.
    About the dark times.”
    Bertolt Brecht

  • #29
    W.H. Auden
    “The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    W.H. Auden, Selected Poems

  • #30
    James Baldwin
    “Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room



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