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  • #1
    Emma Jane Unsworth
    “The night is a zoo and the next day is its museum”
    Emma Jane Unsworth

  • #2
    Pico Iyer
    “She liked it? 'I love it--the way you'd love an orphan, or a bird with a broken foot.”
    Pico Iyer, Falling Off the Map: Some Lonely Places of the World

  • #3
    Jonathan Franzen
    “Birds were like dinosaurs' better selves. They had short lives and long summers. We all should be so lucky as to leave behind such heirs.”
    Jonathan Franzen, The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #5
    Philip Roth
    “The pleasure isn't in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.”
    Philip Roth, The Human Stain

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

  • #7
    Curtis Sittenfeld
    “And this is how I know that it's all just words, words, words - that fundamentally, they make no difference... Our relationship, for as long as things were good, and in that moment when they could have been good again, was about the irrelevance of words. You feel what you feel, you act as you act, who in the history of the world has ever been convinced by a well-reasoned argument?”
    Curtis Sittenfeld, Prep

  • #8
    Sarah Vowell
    “Heaven, such as it is, is right here on earth. Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio saying, "Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell." And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given unto me, and lo, it will be a matinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished, the heavens will open, and out will cometh a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella.”
    Sarah Vowell, Take the Cannoli

  • #9
    Joan Didion
    “A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
    Joan Didion

  • #10
    Gary Shteyngart
    “Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again.”
    Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story

  • #11
    Deborah Willis
    “She wasn't the kind of girl who would come when called.”
    Deborah Willis, Vanishing and Other Stories

  • #12
    Colum McCann
    “I know already that I will return to this day whenever I want to. I can bid it alive. Preserve it. There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive. You can close your eyes and there will be a light snow falling in New York, and seconds later you are sunning upon a rock in Zacapa, and seconds later still you are surfing through the Bronx on the strength of your own desire. There is no way to find a word to fit around this feeling. Words resist it. Words give it a pattern it does not own. Words put it in time. They freeze what cannot be stopped. Try to describe the taste of a peach. Try to describe it. Feel the rush of sweetness: we make love.”
    Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

  • #13
    Joan Didion
    “That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every mistake, every word, all of it.”
    Joan Didion

  • #14
    Colum McCann
    “Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.”
    Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

  • #15
    Jhumpa Lahiri
    “On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.”
    Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #17
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “God made mud.
    God got lonesome.
    So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
    "See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the
    sky, the stars."
    And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look
    Lucky me, lucky mud.
    I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
    Nice going, God.
    Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly
    couldn't have.
    I feel very unimportant compared to You.
    The only way I can feel the least bit important is to
    think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and
    look around.
    I got so much, and most mud got so little.
    Thank you for the honor!
    Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
    What memories for mud to have!
    What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
    I loved everything I saw!
    Good night.
    I will go to heaven now.
    I can hardly wait...
    To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
    And who was in my karass...
    And all the good things our karass did for you.
    Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up

  • #19
    Raymond Carver
    “That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.”
    Raymond Carver

  • #20
    Claire Messud
    “That's so her. You know, torn between Big Ideas and a party. She's always been that way.”
    Claire Messud, The Emperor's Children

  • #21
    Sarah Vowell
    “I'm not really the scented envelope kid of girl, preferring instead to send yellow Jiffy-lite mailers packed with whatever song is on my mind.”
    Sarah Vowell, Take the Cannoli

  • #22
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #23
    Michael Chabon
    “When I remember that dizzy summer, that dull, stupid, lovely, dire summer, it seems that in those days I ate my lunches, smelled another's skin, noticed a shade of yellow, even simply sat, with greater lust and hopefulness - and that I lusted with greater faith, hoped with greater abandon. The people I loved were celebrities, surrounded by rumor and fanfare; the places I sat with them, movie lots and monuments. No doubt all of this is not true remembrance but the ruinous work of nostalgia, which obliterates the past, and no doubt, as usual, I have exaggerated everything.”
    Michael Chabon, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “You might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface, and if something happens, it'll stick its head out and say 'Hi.' You don't seem to realize that. You were made somewhere else.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #25
    Michael Chabon
    “I said, “I need to hear something that’s going to save my life.”

    Re: Selecting songs from a jukebox.

    Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys

  • #26
    Michael Chabon
    “It's always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.”
    Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys

  • #27
    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #28
    Haruki Murakami
    “The law presides over things of this world, finally. The world where shadow is shadow and light is light, yin is yin and yang is yang, I'm me and he's him. 'I am me and / He is him/ Autumn eve.' But you don't belong to that world, sonny. The world you belong to is above that or below that."

    Which is better?" I asked, out of simple curiosity. "Above or below?"

    It's not that either one is better," he said. After a brief coughing fit, he spat a glob of phlegm onto a tissue and studied it closely before crumpling the tissue and throwing it into a wastebasket. "It's not a question of better or worse. The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there is no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness. 'I am he and/ He is me:/ Spring nightfall.' Abandon the self, and there you are.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
    tags: life

  • #29
    Sarah Vowell
    “Since the lunchroom does no significant harm to the caverns' ecology, I'd like to believe that this is one of those lucky places where we don't have to choose between doing the right thing and enjoying a goof. I look up at the ceiling of the lunchroom, which is, of course, the ceiling of the cave. It looks so lunar I can't help but think of a certain astronaut. In 1971, Apollo 14's Alan Shepard hit golf balls on the moon. Gearing up to face the profundity of the universe, this man brought sporting goods with him into space. Who can blame him? That's what we Americans do when we find a place that's really special. We go there and act exactly like ourselves. And we are a bunch of fun-loving dopes.”
    Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

  • #30
    Haruki Murakami
    “I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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