November 2010
46 posts
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
– George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
October 2010
86 posts
Vern didn’t just mean being off limits inside the junkyard, or fudging on...
– Stand By Me, 1986
Marilla says that a large family was raised in that old house long ago, and that...
– Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
For the first time she was vaguely perceiving that life is everlasting movement.
– Booth Tarkington, Alice Adams
Wild geese fly south, creaking like anguished hinges; along the riverbank the...
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest....
– Gaston Bachelard, La poétique de la rêverie
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras
Just ahead, over the rolling wheatfields all golden beneath the distant snows of...
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your...
– Bram Stoker, Dracula
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly...
– Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds
Either you become a reactionary, dragging up old arguments and marketing them as...
– Karl Beveridge & Carole Conde - IT’S STILL PRIVLEGED ART, 1976
For when the heart insists on its destiny, resisting the general blandishment,...
– Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where...
– Jeff Buckley
Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals (1838)
I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for...
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road
How can I put this? There’s a kind of gap between what I think is real and...
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the...
– Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
What else is woman but a foe to friendship, an inescapable punishment, a...
– Heinrich Kramer, The Malleus Maleficarum
I only wanted to suggest to you that self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming...
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge
I wouldn’t want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated