People are vivid / and small / and don’t live / very long—
Molly Brodak, “How to Not Be a Perfectionist,” The Cipher (via lifeinpoetry)
People are vivid / and small / and don’t live / very long—
Molly Brodak, “How to Not Be a Perfectionist,” The Cipher (via lifeinpoetry)
People are vivid / and small / and don’t live / very long—
It is the casual drift of things that shapes our most fateful relationships. The life of each of us is a chapter of accidents.
Snow Dogs by John Gray
It is the casual drift of things that shapes our most fateful relationships. The life of each of us is a chapter of accidents.
Each was what the other had not chosen to be, the cast-off self, what he thought he hated but perhaps in reality loved.
Strangers on a Train by Patricia Highsmith
Each was what the other had not chosen to be, the cast-off self, what he thought he hated but perhaps in reality loved.
Then he said, leaning forward: ‘You’re strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what’s it like to be a woman?’
I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead.
‘It’s like that,’ I said.
Then he said, leaning forward: ‘You’re strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what’s it like to be a woman?’
I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead.
‘It’s like that,’ I said.
Joanna Russ, On Strike Against God (via nervefood)
There’s no reason why the black American, who is also an American, like all other Americans, and brought up in this sphere of violence which is the main sphere of American detective stories, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t write them. It’s just plain and simple violence in narrative form, you know. ‘Cause no one, no one, writes about violence the way that Americans do.
From Conversations with Chester Himes
There’s no reason why the black American, who is also an American, like all other Americans, and brought up in this sphere of violence which is the main sphere of American detective stories, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t write them. It’s just plain and simple violence in narrative form, you know. ‘Cause no one, no one, writes about violence the way that Americans do.