February 2011
17 posts
“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for friends, and...”
– Virginia Woolf
“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a...”
– Red Smith
“Give me lust, baby.
Flash.
Give me malice.
Flash.
Give me detached...”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via scarlettheroin)
January 2011
2 posts
December 2010
22 posts
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into...”
– Chris McCandless
November 2010
7 posts
I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. I know to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. I loved her none the less because I knew it. — Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
"Last Letter" by Ted Hughes →
What happened that night? Your final night. Double, treble exposure Over everything. Late afternoon, Friday, My last sight of you alive. Burning your letter to me, in the ashtray, With that strange smile. Had I bungled your plan? Had it surprised me sooner than you purposed? Had I rushed it…
August 2010
2 posts
