Ned Hayes's Blog, page 53

BOOK QUOTE:"Hillocks and haystacks rise up, isles in a smoking...

BOOK QUOTE:

"Hillocks and haystacks rise up, isles in a smoking brume. After the snow of the night before, the day is washed clean: all is silver and bright with ice, and a light wind moves us forward. Here and there snow has blown aside, revealing the line of the great white stone road that slices through the hills. It is an unswerving line marked by the Romans, carved straight out of this untrammeled landscape.” 

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

BOOK QUOTE: "Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I...

BOOK QUOTE: 

"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

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New TCTV Interview

Thanks to TCTV for hosting me on their public affairs programming. Appreciate the good questions from the youth who interviewed me!

New TCTV Interview was originally published on NedNote

"A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar."

“A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.”

- Carolyn G. Heilbrun (via wordpainting)

"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of..."

“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.”

- Sylvia Plath - From The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via watchoutforintellect)

BOOK QUOTE: "Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I...

BOOK QUOTE: 

"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it." 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO: Bask Mordor by Lucash

"I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these..."

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.”

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via flamande)

BOOK QUOTE: “People come to me on waves of memory, but all...

BOOK QUOTE: “People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret.” 

— from SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: Our Hong Kong by Chan Yu Ho

Books, books, books! — my-place-of-recovery:♡

Books, books, books! — my-place-of-recovery:

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