January 2011
12 posts
[T]he child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child...
– from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Mad Girl's Love Song- Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the...
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing…something...
– from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
I don’t need to drink to get drunk. I can get drunk on things like the...
– from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
we had come to each other from other unhappy love affairs—and on my part a...
– Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
Later on, I was able to write about these things and partly exorcise the demons....
– Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
I was trying to be rational and calm and well-analyzed about my family that week...
– Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this...
– from A tree Grows in Brooklyn.
(about the best shit i’ve read on love, longing and need for understanding.)
It doesn’t take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you...
– from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.
(about the best shit i’ve read on writing.)