The ability to fathom the depths of understanding seems to me, often times, to be an unduly high attainment to achieve; steep, extreme, of nearly vertical pitch in its inaccessibility. Thought processes halt at the edge of an abyss. No way down. No way up. Steeper than deep.
From Joe Nocera, New York Times
Bonnita Todd, 64, who neighbors and friends called “Granny,” was shot to death while she slept as more than a dozen bullets ripped through her apartment in Richmond, Calif., Wednesday night. Investigators said the shooting was not random, that the home was…
Best wine glass ever.
I usually have to sip a bit out of the glass before I pick it up.
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“And the point of great writers like [Oscar] Wilde is that they make that invitation to you; they welcome you”. - Stephen Fry
(Source: linda-mccartney, via ifiwasthelastgirl)
“Although a novel takes place in the larger world, there’s always some drive in it that is entirely personal—even if you don’t know it while you’re doing it. I realized some years after A Book of Common Prayer was finished that it was about my anticipating Quintana’s growing up. I wrote it around 1975, so she would have been nine, but I was already anticipating separation and actually working through that ahead of time. So novels are also about things you’re afraid you can’t deal with.”
Joan Didion in her bedroom, from issue 176, Spring 2006.
