July 18th, 2014
You spend a long time waiting for life to start—her past year or two filled with all these firsts, everything new and terrifying and significant—and then it does start and you realize it isn’t what you’d expected, or asked for.
The Fever by Megan Abbot
May 18th, 2014
May 17th, 2014
Words are living legends, swollen with significance. We string the together to make stories, but they themselves are stories, encapsulating rich, runny histories.
The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon
May 16th, 2014
Words, I’ve come to learn, are pulleys through time. Portals into other minds. Without words, what remains? Indecipherable customs. Strange rites. Blighted hearts. Without words, we’re history’s orphans. Our lives and thoughts erased.
The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon
May 13th, 2014
May 4th, 2014
April 18th, 2014
She needed her own species, not to talk to, necessarily, but just to be among,as a bystander in a crowd or an anonymous witness.
A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
April 13th, 2014
What’s depressing is when everyone is trying too hard, and the most depressing thing of all is when they’re trying too hard and actually thinking they’re making it.
A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
March 25th, 2014
What you see is what you see, but that is never everything. Sarajevo is Sarajevo whatever you see or don’t see. America is America. The past and the future exist without you. And what you don’t know about me is still my life. What I don’t know about you is still your life. Nothing at all depends on you seeing it or not seeing it. I mean, who are you? You don’t have to see or know everything.
The Lazarus Project
What I like about America, I said, is that there is no space left for useless metaphysical questions. There are no parallel universes there. Everything is what it is, it’s easy to see and understand everything.
The Lazarus Project