December 2010
But though I tried so hard my little darling I couldn’t keep the night from comin’ in
Joanna Newsom- Cosmia
I’m fairly shy really, I read lots of books and I have a cat. I like to ride my bike. I like pretty nice, simple things. I like to learn and I’m pretty passionate about learning a lot of new things and making sure my brain feels really full and satisfied.
Emily Browning
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the...
Regina Spektor, The Flowers.
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away. Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so i’m waiting and staying awake. Things I have loved i’m allowed to keep I’ll never know if I go to sleep. The papers around me are piling and twisting regina the paper back mummy what then. I’m taking the knife to...
“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
Sylvia Plath
“Without a driver this bus is lost. Our lives are over. Come aboard if your destination is oblivion— It should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it’s a sad view. Oh enough of this disembling. Let me say plainly: I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
The Life of Pi, Yann Martel
Lady Lazarus
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it——- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?———- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave...
“Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our own skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness.”
The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
“If a man wants to be romantically involved with you, he tries to kiss you. That’s the entire story, and if he doesn’t kiss you, there is never a reason to wait around for him.”
The Man of My Dreams: A Novel, Curtis Sittenfeld
