Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.– Charlie Brown (via shanalama)
I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all...– Jorge Luis Borges (via musingsfromgamblersrock)
He is not heroic, he is aware that modern life is full of nondescript...– Virgina Woolf, on the short stories of Anton Chekhov (via epsteinian)
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...– Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via wordpainting)
I have a mind to confuse things, unite them, make them new-born, mix them up,...– Pablo Neruda (via aquietend)
we used to wait (how do you suck the poison out...
Neighborhood 3 (the show I’m ADing) and Arcade Fire and nostalgia are conspiring against me as I sit at this office job with nothing to do. I’ve been thinking a lot about my family and my childhood these past few days, particularly high school. Who I was, who my sisters were, who my parents were. What we wanted from each other, what we got, the changes we all went through, the ways we...
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more...– Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night (via shanalama)
We Used To Wait by Arcade Fire
I used to write, I used to write letters I used to sign my name I used to sleep at night Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain But by the time we met By the time we met the times had already changed So I never wrote a letter I never took my true heart I never wrote it down So when the lights cut out I was left standing in the wilderness downtown Now our lives are changing fast Now...
I am really proud of myself today. Something about the way my director had been conceiving of a pivotal scene in the play I’m assistant directing bothered me, and even though it was the second day of rehearsal, I ended up talking with him about it afterward, and presented what I thought was an alternative that served both the play and his vision more accurately. He totally loved it, he said...
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without...– Aristotle, Metaphysics (via wordpainting)
The art of living is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful...– Alan Watts (via sleepingbuddha)
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of...– Federico Fellini let the “Nine” research begin. (via shanalama)
But hope deferred is still hope.– Marilynn Robinson, Gilead
There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, and every one of them...– Marilynn Robinson, Gilead