February 2011
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I’m wearing my blue “Holden Caulfield” hunting hat. And yes, I know his was red. I’m wearing my Reading is Sexy shirt, because it makes me think of Gilmore Girls. I’m trying to write, but I’ve started three stories already and they’re all falling flat flat flat.
I want to re-read Peter Pan or Nine Stories or A Moveable Feast. But Peter is home and...
January 2011
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Literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the...
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via tobeshelved)
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Sometimes I act a lot older than I am - I really do - but people never notice...
– Holden Caulfield (He is practically the male version of me.)
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And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact...
– The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via niccacoon)
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I don’t fear death. I had been dead for billions of years before I was born, and...
– Mark Twain (via ontheborderland)
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Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors...
– Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
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More rambling advice from a undergrad Lit. major
Make literary friends. It’s a big world, the literature/academia/creative-writing one, and (as darling Vonnegut taught me) you don’t have to be alone in it. I’m saying make relationships with dead writers you’ll never meet, and (living) fellow students and professors and people in coffee shops who are reading a book you’ve read and loved. Be social! We don’t...
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