Snippets.

"I can feel to this day her hand where it gripped my elbow whenever she laughed. Each of her fingers sent a root system into my arm that traveled and traveled, winding and stretching and luxuriating throughout my body, settling there permanently."

- Rebecca Lee, p. 167, Bobcat and Other Stories

Aug 14

"It’s wonderful to be hated by idiots."

- John Simon (via theparisreview)

Aug 13
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The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
- Barbara Kingsolver
(Jonathan Carroll)
Aug 12

jonathancarrollstories:

The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

- Barbara Kingsolver

(Jonathan Carroll)

 She tried out ideas.  She taught Lizbet that ideas were tools to excavate the truth, not the truth itself, which lies somewhat beyond the reach of minds, so to be in their house was like being in the middle of a never-ending, fascinating conversation at all times.

—Rebecca Lee, Bobcat and Other Stories, p. 10

Aug 12

"…words were fascinating - their origins and mutations, their ability to combine intricately. When somebody would say something in an economical way, and use grammar originally to some satisfying end, he would usually repeat it to me at the end of the day. It stayed in his mind, like a song or a painting he loved."

- Rebecca Lee, Bobcat and Other Stories, p. 6

Aug 12
jonathancarrollstories:

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash.Jeffrey McDaniel
(Jonathan Carroll)
Aug 12

jonathancarrollstories:

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash.

Jeffrey McDaniel

(Jonathan Carroll)

Aug 12

(Source: explore-blog)

"It seems your problem is the same one we all have. You don’t know if you are truly loved. But does anyone? Do I know the secret thoughts and dreams of my partner, whom he sees in his mind when he closes his eyes in bed? Does he know how much it disgusts me to find the cap of the toothpaste off yet again, even though I have told him hundreds of times? To hear the clanging of his fork against his teeth as he eats his fusilli? We are all a little bit despised. Aren’t we? Alongside the need to be coupled is an equally compelling need to be left utterly alone."

- Amy Sohn, The Actress, p. 283

Aug 12

They’re ghosts, surely, and Rabbit absolutely believes in them.  There are things in the world, strange machinations of physics and chemistry, queer intersections of biology and theology, that Rabbit hasn’t the slightest interest in assuming he’ll ever understand or be able to solve.  They’re simply there to be believed in, and Rabbit is a born believer.  He wants to believe.  He has always thought of life as pregnant with possibility - a freak twister or a wardrobe the only thing separating him from another world - so ghosts, spirits, aliens and supreme beings coexist within Rabbit with ease.  There’s a kind of beauty in accepting the possibility, if not the plausibility, of everything imaginable.  

Rabbit has a much, much harder time placing his faith in other people.  With the unknown world, there’s nonetheless a form, a shape, an internal consistency.  With other people, there’s an illusion of expectation; there are rules of decency, of kindness, yet you still never know what you’re going to get.

—p. 218, Bellweather Rhapsody, Kate Racculia

Jul 26

"The past was layered under the present like sheets of tissue paper, still visible if you focused your attention long enough to see below the surface."

- p. 78, Bellweather Rhapsody, Kate Racculia

Jul 26