May 2012
14 posts
“Many nights I wake in a shudder thinking of some atrocity of mine. I bring home...”
– Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 22 July 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Yet how malleable our memories are, even if our brains are intact....”
– Mira Bartok (The Memory Palace)
February 2012
10 posts
“She actually said with an emotion that she seldom let appear, “Let me come with...”
– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“Dear Mr. –
It comes down to the meaning of ‘needless.’ Often a word can be...”
– A letter from brevity champion E. B. White in defense of the richness of language. (via curiositycounts)
January 2012
9 posts
this isn't happiness.: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s... →
nevver:
Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible…
December 2011
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