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Crafting the sentence

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 07:18:49 -0500

“But I had finally learned the lesson, and it applied to my fiction as well as my nonfiction: Whenever my sentences had a function outside themselves — whether that function was connecting up other sentences, honoring the truth of a loved one’s life, or setting down an imagined world already existent in my head — they could in time be made to work. Whenever my sentences were built to be beautiful yet self-sufficient objects of attention, they collapsed.”

"Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.” ~Stephen King"

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 08:27:10 -0500

““Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.” ~Stephen King”

lydiahirt: ‘Course I love you—I love you all the time—when I...

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 12:04:06 -0500

lydiahirt:

‘Course I love you—I love you all the time—when I wake up in the morning and have to splash around and shave—I look at your picture and think about you—and that’s a pretty deadly part of a day as you know and a good test of loving any one. -Hemingway to Hadley Richardson, who was to become his first wife, December 23, 1920

(via Hemingway’s Letters | Culture | Vanity Fair

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Thu, 16 Feb 2012 12:06:05 -0500

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Mon, 13 Feb 2012 12:06:05 -0500

"Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship, and the compelling reason for maybe..."

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:08:05 -0500

“Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship, and the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship - be it JC or Allah, bet it Yahweh or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles - is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”

- David Foster Wallace “This Is Water” (via we-are-vagabonds)

"Begin with an individual and you find that you have created a type; begin with a type and you find..."

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 12:06:05 -0500

““Begin with an individual and you find that you have created a type; begin with a type and you find that you have created — nothing.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald”

drugsmakeyoucool: Arguments against different types of energy.

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 12:04:05 -0500

drugsmakeyoucool:

Arguments against different types of energy.

My sister and I having a quiet conversation.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:04:06 -0500

My sister and I having a quiet conversation.

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Wed, 08 Feb 2012 12:04:05 -0500

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Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:04:05 -0500

A 1930’s remington portable for Christmas. Speaking...

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:20:00 -0500

A 1930’s remington portable for Christmas. Speaking strictly of typing speed: my remy to a mac laptop is much like an old crone taking a late afternoon stroll to Park n’ Shop to get cotton earbuds to a lambourghini cruising its way along the French Riveria. I love it neverthless, it breathes Paris, it breathes the Jazz Age, it breathes Ol’ Fizt and Hemingway and it makes a beautifully rich clack when I press my finger down. Thank you remington for renewing my faith in good christmas gifts.

Farrar, Straus and Giroux: Franzen on ebooks and the future of reading

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:04:05 -0500

Farrar, Straus and Giroux: Franzen on ebooks and the future of reading:

fsgbooks:

“The Great Gatsby was last updated in 1924. You don’t need it to be refreshed, do you?

“Maybe nobody will care about printed books 50 years from now, but I do. When I read a book, I’m handling a specific object in a specific time and place. The fact that when I take the book off the shelf it…

Haha, this is hilarious but spot-on. Nevertheless, despite the...

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 12:09:06 -0500

Haha, this is hilarious but spot-on. Nevertheless, despite the limited variety in theme, we do seem to forgive Murakami in the end.

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:04:06 -0500

“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”

- Robert Frost (via bodasdesangre)

upolitic: “A new Twitter policy which goes into effect today...

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 01:16:56 -0500

upolitic:

“A new Twitter policy which goes into effect today allows the social network “to reactively withhold content from users in a specific country,” so that Twitter can further expand globally and “enter countries that have different ideas about the contours of freedom of expression.

In essence, Twitter, once known as a catalyst and aid to the Arab Spring, now allows censorship by oppressive regimes. RIP tweets.

"Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay...."

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 12:10:05 -0500

“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I’m always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it’s very shocking to the system.”

- Flannery O’Connor (via pavorst)

"Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.” ~ Charles Bukowski"

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 12:06:05 -0500

““Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.” ~ Charles Bukowski”

- I was considering embarking on a novel. But I wasn’t too sure if I was prepared to suffer from the heat of scorching excrement. Maybe some other time.

Listen to the first lines - Keats is a true genius.

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 12:10:05 -0500

Listen to the first lines - Keats is a true genius.

"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky..."

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 12:09:06 -0500

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.”

- Jeffrey Eugenides (via fleurishes)

I never thought Eugendies was capable of such romanticism.