May 2011
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“There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters.”
—Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic (via misswallflower)
“Books. People have no idea how beautiful books are. How they taste on your fingers. How bright everything is when you light it with words.”
—(Rachel Kadish - Tolstoy Lied: A Love Story)
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“Now that I’m published, my stories no longer belong to only me. They belong to you, if you’d like to have them. They belong to anyone who reads any line of any story I write. You can read a sentence and decide you’ll never read another word that comes from me. You can read half and then lose the book on a bus. You can read the entire book in one sitting, and promptly return to page 1 and start again. You are welcome to do whatever you’d like. You can write exactly what you think, and you can put it in a place where everyone will see it. I won’t tell you to be tactful, or helpful, or to consider the hard work that I, the author, put into it. I won’t tell you to say something nice, or nothing at all.”
—Lauren DeStefano (I’m loving her novel WITHER!) from: At the stars | Lauren’s Blog
“NEVER HAVE PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST
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Pancakes are a dead end. If I looked back on my life and saw the number of days that were a total wash because I had pancakes for breakfast, it would shock you. Sure, they taste about a thousand times better than the boring “Iron Man Health Scramble” you should be eating, but it is so not worth it, ever. Eating pancakes for breakfast leads to an immediate post-breakfast nap, followed by waking up in the middle of the afternoon feeling disgusted with myself, but still unable to motivate to do anything. Pancakes lead to lost weekends, like ‘Trainspotting.’” —Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me by Mindy Kaling - Excerpt
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Pancakes are a dead end. If I looked back on my life and saw the number of days that were a total wash because I had pancakes for breakfast, it would shock you. Sure, they taste about a thousand times better than the boring “Iron Man Health Scramble” you should be eating, but it is so not worth it, ever. Eating pancakes for breakfast leads to an immediate post-breakfast nap, followed by waking up in the middle of the afternoon feeling disgusted with myself, but still unable to motivate to do anything. Pancakes lead to lost weekends, like ‘Trainspotting.’” —Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me by Mindy Kaling - Excerpt
“Teenage girls, please don’t worry about being super popular in high school, or being the best actress in high school, or the best athlete. Not only do people not care about any of that the second you graduate, but when you get older, if you reference your successes in high school too much, it actually makes you look kind of pitiful, like some babbling old Tennessee Williams character with nothing going on in their current life. What I’ve noticed is that no one who was a big star in high school is also a big star later in life, except athletes. For us overlooked kids, it’s so wonderfully FAIR.”
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Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling
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“There is no reason a police officer should enter an intoxicated woman’s apartment. If she’s so intoxicated that the officer thinks he needs to help her to bed, she’s intoxicated enough that the officer should call an ambulance instead. But more importantly: a man who spoons in bed with a virtual stranger—a woman who a short while earlier had been so intoxicated that her driver felt compelled to call 911 is—at the very least, incredibly creepy. The fact that in this case the person in question was wearing a badge and carrying a gun shouldn’t absolve him of guilt. If anything, it should make him even guiltier.”
—My Friend Was Raped By a Cop: Why Acquittal of NYPD’s Kenneth Moreno, Franklin Mata, Was an Injustice
“Oh, you want to see some funky junkies? Check this out. Here’s the kid who I met when I was in Silver Hill—he and I were both there to get off benzos. He was maybe 20 years old. He became my best friend. We were both having these horrible withdrawals, but they refused to give us the right kind of meds, so we were both massively fucked up. We sat side by side on these rocking chairs for 72 hours, seeing bugs and dragons. It was like we went through a war together, but I don’t even remember his name.
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—Courtney Comes Clean | The Fix
“I once gave my heart to ten angry boys.”
—DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #74: Ten Angry Boys
“And you read one page of it or even one phrase of it, and then you gobble up all the rest and go about in a dream for weeks afterwards, for months afterwards — perhaps all your life, who knows? — surrounded by those six hundred and fifty pages, the houses, the streets, the snow, the river, the roses, the girls, the sun, the ladies’ dresses and the gentlemen’s voices, the old, wicked, hard-hearted women and the old, sad women, the waltz music — everything. What is not there you put in afterwards, for it is alive, this book, and it grows in your head.”
—Jean Rhys, Tigers Are Better Looking. (via confusionis)
