“Doctors claim that patients aren’t ready for the bad news earlier, when they are still digesting their shocking predicament: that their lives have changed irretrievably; that their priorities, their future aspirations, their promises to their loved ones—both the explicit and, more important, the implicit ones—would go unfulfilled.”
— Peter Bach, "The Day I Started Lying to Ruth"
7:09 pm • 15 July 2014
It’s just that the context of life and its possibilities have shifted. That’s all.
10:25 pm • 13 May 2014
“Like you, I don’t consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Unguided Tour”
3:46 pm • 8 April 2014
What’s weird about college (and maybe life, I don’t even know), is how these gritty, awful, depressing things come swirled together with really magical moments: dinner on a porch with new and old friends. Yogurt on a sunny afternoon and then again, that same evening. Any and all time spent with…
2:45 pm • 6 April 2014 • 2 notes
“I remember each other member of this class as older and wiser than I had hope of ever being (it had not yet struck me in any visceral way that being nineteen was not a long-term proposition), not only older and wiser but more experienced, more independent, more interesting, more possessed of an exotic past — marriages and the breaking up of marriages, money and the lack of it, sex and politics and the Adriatic seen at dawn; the stuff not only of grown-up life itself but, more poignantly to me at the time, the very stuff which might be substantiated into five short stories.”
— Joan Didion, nailing the anxiety of a creative writing class. And, more broadly, the fear of being naively ordinary that I have felt so often, especially at college.
10:56 pm • 25 February 2014 • 1 note
“From Penelope to the present, women have waited — for a phone call, a proposal, or the return of the prodigal man from sea or war or a business trip. To wait like patients for a doctor, commuters for buses, prisoners for parole, is in a sense to be powerless. It is our hope that this volume will make it clear that both plots are available to women. If we grow weary of waiting, we can go on a journey. We can be the stranger who comes to town.”
— Mary Morris
1:16 pm • 26 January 2014