Reminder to myself that summer is coming.
reading
“Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.” – Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
“Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.” – Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter.
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” —Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre.
“Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart a secret.” – Karen Russell, St. Lucy’s School for Girls Raised by Wolves.
“I’ve always had a hard time differentiating between people who hate me and people who want to fuck me. Usually, because, I finally realized, there’s often a great deal of overlap.” – Elisa Albert, After Birth.
(Because uh [pretend] hate-fucking is pretty damn hot to me.)
“You would think she was on the stage. Of course, in her head she’s always on the stage. She is her own theater.” — Kate Atkinson, Life After Life.
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.
“What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?” ― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch.