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  • #1
    Pablo Neruda
    “Tonight I can write the saddest lines
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #2
    “You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
    pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,

    but

    I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
    money is more fruitful than words, and
    I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
    I’ll walk you to the hospital,
    I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
    locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
    I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
    and assure you that you’ll find your place,
    it’s just
    the world has a funny way of
    hiding spots fertile enough for
    bodies like yours to grow roots.

    and

    I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
    or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I
    wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
    and I would have wanted you to
    give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
    to see if you still had it in you.

    I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
    If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
    the universe is twice as big as we think it is
    and you’re the only one that made that idea
    less devastating.”
    Lucas Regazzi

  • #3
    William Makepeace Thackeray
    “To love and win is the best thing.
    To love and lose, the next best.”
    William Makepeace Thackeray

  • #4
    Jean Shepherd
    “The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.”
    Jean Shepherd

  • #5
    Natalie Babbitt
    “Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.”
    Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

  • #6
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “I have drunken deep of joy,
    And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • #7
    William Saroyan
    “When you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
    William Saroyan

  • #8
    David  Mitchell
    “Love's pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices.”
    David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #10
    Sigmund Freud
    “Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”
    Sigmund Freud

  • #11
    W.B. Yeats
    “I have spread my dreams under your feet.
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #12
    Alexander Pope
    “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
    The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
    Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
    Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”
    Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

  • #13
    N. Scott Momaday
    “A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.”
    N. Scott Momaday, The Way to Rainy Mountain

  • #14
    Louis Sachar
    “If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
    "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies."
    While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
    Crying to the moo-oo-oon,
    "If only, If only.”
    Louis Sachar, Holes

  • #15
    Toni Morrison
    “Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.”
    Toni Morrison, Sula
    tags: art

  • #16
    Charles Dickens
    “You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?"
    "I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
    Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

  • #17
    James Salter
    “Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it's the same with people.”
    James Salter, Burning the Days: Recollection

  • #18
    Tony Kushner
    “Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.”
    Tony Kushner, Perestroika
    tags: hope

  • #19
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #20
    Joan Didion
    “...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.”
    Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

  • #21
    Milan Kundera
    “Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #22
    Neil Gaiman
    “Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline

  • #23
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #24
    Oscar Wilde
    “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #25
    Oscar Wilde
    “You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #26
    “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
    Jamie Anderson

  • #27
    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



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