My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
"When you open a book," the sentimental library posters said, "anything can happen." This was so. A book of fiction was a bomb. It was a land mine you wanted to go off. You wanted it to blow your whole day. Unfortunately, hundreds of thousands of books were duds. They had been rusting out of everyone's way for so long that they no longer worked. There was no way to distinguish the duds from the live mines except to throw yourself at them headlong, one by one. --Annie Dillard, An American Childhood
I would like to live to be a hunded because loving and being loved are so good and there are so many books; but were I to learn now that I had only a week left, I would finish today's spell of writing, have the cup of coffee that I crave and go on with the one book I'm reading. --John Tittensor, Year One: A Record
I would like to live to be a hunded because loving and being loved are so good and there are so many books; but were I to learn now that I had only a week left, I would finish today's spell of writing, have the cup of coffee that I crave and go on with the one book I'm reading. --John Tittensor, Year One: A Record
November 26, 2013
Catching Fire
by Suzanne Collins
October 16, 2013
Five Years Later
by Rachel Denbow
It's okay to be sad for as long as you need to be and then it's okay to not be so sad.
October 12, 2013
Orphan Train
by Christina Baker Kline
Molly learned long ago that a lot of the heartbreak and betrayal that other people fear their entire lives, she has already faced. And still she breathes and sleeps and grows taller. She wakes up every morning and puts on clothes. So when she says it's okay, what she means is that she knows she can survive just about anything.
September 7, 2013
Shift
by Hugh Howey
He remembered speaking with a doctor who knew the truth, and having a sense of wonder that anyone could cope with such knowledge. And now he saw that it wasn't that the pain grew tolerable or the confusion went away. Instead, it simply became a part of you.
July 10, 2013
East
by Edith Pattou
The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun.
July 4, 2013
Ask a Conditionalist (Q&A)
Response by Edward Fudge
We are specifically forbidden to judge the final destiny of others. That makes very good sense because we do not know their hearts or their circumstances, and we lack the ability either to save or destroy.
June 14, 2013
How Not To Be Alone
by Jonathan Safran Foer
We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.
April 25, 2013
Delirium
by Lauren Oliver
[It is] the condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky and the thank you, thank you, thank you, God.
Love: It will kill you and save you, both.
April 22, 2013
January 28, 2013
Color of the Year : 2013 : Yellow
by Bridget Pilloud
When you feel lost, feel where you are. Draw a line from the center of your belly up through your head, up into the heavens, and another line from the center of your belly down through your feet. Feel yourself standing between heaven and earth, being part of both.
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