“Let me assure you of one thing. […] Among the countless men and women I’ve been sent to visit over these past millennia, I have observed one abiding truism. Those artists possessing the greatest genius invariably confront the greatest hardships and obstacles throughout their lives. […] You may call them fates […] though names for such entities are meaningless. They have driven these remarkable painters and sculptors to face every conceivable deterrent. Every bit of torment, pain, and grief was a preparation for what lay ahead. […] Do you know the only virtue that each of these diverse and gifted individuals had in common? They all possessed the courage to meet this life of adversity without ever giving in to despair. They would reach the very edge of that abyss, but never succumb to it.”—The Petting Zoo by Jim Carroll (via unclewigglywings)
“Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or brilliant -you just don’t know which. You can play it safe there, too, and proceed along the route you’d mapped out for yourself. Or you can trust your personal demon who delivered that crazy idea in the first place. Trust your demon.”—Roger Zelazny (via writersrelief)
1. Hmm I don’t have a particular favorite I don’t think. I just like rich color. Colors that are washed out or pale aren’t as appealing to me.
7. In second grade I wrote a “secret admirer” valentines day card to my crush. Being the bright child I was, I gave the same type of card to every other kid in the class but forgot to sign any of them except for his. Another girl at his cluster of desks walked around the room asking who had given them out and then announced as she walked back across the room, “Hey Scott! Rachael likes you!”
“It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.”—Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)
“It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.”—