• I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
  • She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
  • He made me love him without looking at me.
  • My mind races with all my longings / But can't keep up with what I got
  • I want space, not just air / Let them laugh in my face I don't care / Santa Fe / I'll be there
  • "Why do you want to be on The Real World?" "Because I want everyone to witness my youth." "Why?" "Isn't it gorgeous?"
  • I love your depression, and I love your double chin.
  • I say to a stranger, I am harmless. / But the word doesn’t seem right. I have been harmed, but I do not wish to do harm, but I could do harm, I am not without desire.
  • And then, there it is, at your right shoulder. The velvet of its nose against your skin. Now is not the time for tears or reunions. Now is the time for being a motherfucking awesome writer with a pet unicorn. Now is the time for laying your hand on the white star between its eyes and saying, just a minute, Unicorn. Just a minute. Let me finish this. I am writing now, and it’s fucking amazing, and just one more minute, please.
  • Please don’t go I’ll eat you whole / I love you so, I love you so, I love you so, I love you so
  • Zadie Smith: Is it brutal? I didn’t mean it to be brutal. It’s a great life. It’s just one where you have to think about what you’re doing so it can be a little anxiety-making. You can’t write thoughtlessly, that’s the problem with writing. You have to think about the damn thing all the time. I think that’s why it’s sometimes difficult. But rewarding, right? It’s rewarding.
dec 8 2010 ∞
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