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Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I don't usually...


agree with George Lois. 
But when I do, 
I listen to things like this:
"... Campbell nailed the secret of living
a joyous, fruitful, and successful life:
Follow your bliss. 
That which you love,
you must spend your life doing,
as passionately
and as perfectly 
as your heart, mind, and instincts allow. 
And the sooner you identify
that bliss,
which surely resides in the soul
of most human beings,
the greater your chance
of a truly successful 
life."
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Which is a good one to read I think.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

"Come on...


is your heart a sponge
or a fist?"
-Tea Obreht
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Sometimes, 
I think i'm a little too 
spongy.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Monday, December 26, 2011

"I read," I say...


"I study and read. 
I bet I've read everything you've read.
Don't think I haven't.
I consume libraries.
I wear out spines and ROM-drives.
I do things like get in a taxi and say,
"The library, and step on it."
My instincts concerning syntax and mechanics are better than your own,
I can tell,
with all due respect. 
But it transcends the mechanics.
I'm not a machine.
I feel and believe.
I have opinions.
Some of them are interesting.
I could, if you'd let me,
talk 
and 
talk."
-David Foster Wallace
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What a genius.
He inspires me.
Yes, I can write.
And have things to say.
It's just that mostly
I'm nervous to 
do so. 


Monday, December 5, 2011

"Why is it so difficult...


to assemble those things
that really matter in life
and to dwell among 
them only? 
I am referring to certain 
landscapes,
persons,
beasts,
books, 
rooms,
meteorological conditions,
fruits."
-James Salter

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Looking up...


job postings at
Penguin Publishing
instead of
focusing on
homework.
Whoops.
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Tights
via

Monday, November 21, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Do you know...


what it is
to be really intimate,
to feel safe
with someone who
will never 
betray you,
will never force
you to act
unlike yourself?
That is what
we have.
-James Salter

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Literature takes a habit of mind...


that has disappeared.
It requires silence,
some form of isolation,
and sustained concentration 
in the presence 
of an enigmatic
thing.
-Philip Roth

Sunday, October 2, 2011

"Give me books...


French wine,
fruit,
fine weather
and a little music
played out of doors 
by somebody I 
do not know."
-J. Keats