"The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written."
"You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth."
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You
"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…"
"You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway."
As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies ( Picador, 2006)
"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…"
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
"She changes from a girl into a boy and back to a girl carelessly and happily. She sleeps easily and beautifully and you will sleep too because all you truly know is that you feel good."
There was no country to which one could flee, no quiet which one could purchase; always and everywhere the hand of fate seized us and dragged us back into its insatiable play.
— Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday (University of Nebraska Press, 1942)
"If what you are following, however, is your own true adventure, if it is something appropriate to your deep spiritual need or readiness, then magical guides will appear to help you. If you say, ‘Everyone’s going on this trip this year, and I’m going too,’ then no guides will appear. Your adventure has to be coming right out of your own interior. If you are ready for it, then doors will open where there were no doors before, and where there would not be doors for anyone else. And you must have courage. It’s the call to adventure, which means there is no security, no rules."
— Joseph Campbell, from A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living
"She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole."
"All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood."
When they were wild
When they were not yet human
When they could have been anything,
I was on the other side ready with milk to lure them,
And their father, too, the name like a net in his hands.
Art: Theodor Kittelsen
"The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone."
"I changed the subject. I knew what you needed: simple feelings, simple words. Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious."
Vladimir Nabokov, from “Sounds”
From The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov