October 10th, 2014
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky, could anybody stand to know that they all were?
J.K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy
October 5th, 2014
September 14th, 2014
You fear ugliness, you chase beauty and embrace it… So someday, something ugly and real will happen. Compassion will not help. Strength you will need, but you won’t have it. You’ll crack.
Jack Kerouac, The Haunted Life
September 3rd, 2014
September 2nd, 2014
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
August 29th, 2014
All over America, people were pulling credentials out of their pockets and sticking them under someone else’s nose to prove they had been somewhere or done something.
William S. Burroughs, And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
August 24th, 2014
August 19th, 2014
What is the explanation of it all?
What does it look like to a learned man?
Nothings in nothings whirled, or when he will.
From nowhere unto nowhere nothings run.
W.B. Yeats
August 16th, 2014
Songs of beauty may go unheard, heroic deaths unsung, beautiful flowers like the Rhodora unseen—by men; but life records them, the universe recognizes them, and the existence of these things, though obscure to men, are necessary to themselves and thus adds to the rich stores of human achievement.
Jack Kerouac, Post-Fatalism (Bastille Day, July 14, 1943)
August 12th, 2014

mixed-colours:

RIP Robin Williams

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