lrtqueen

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Sometimes a thought is closer to truth, to reality, than an action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can't fake a thought.

Wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely?

Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.

"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write."

The internet reminds us on a daily basis that it is not at all rewarding to become aware of problems that you have no reasonable hope of solving. And, more important, the internet already is what it is. It has already become the central organ of contemporary life. It has already rewired the brains of its user, returning us to a state of distraction while overloading us with much more sensory input than was ever possible in primitive times. It has already built an ecosystem that runs on exploiting attention and monetizing the self.

Music, like poetry, like love, never can be stolen once it takes deep root. The intimacy of art multiplies endlessly. The embrace that holds you overflows from a plenitude of embraces.

It's amazing that relationships can form and last under the constraints of never fully knowing. Never knowing for sure what the other person is thinking. Never knowing for sure who a person is.

Houses provided us the necessary certainties—somewhere to come home to where you’d find your family, your things, a hot dinner, a bed or a good couch. Write to me here. Call me at this number. But I’ve changed addresses and phone numbers enough times to know better. Perhaps that’s what houses are really about: the fundamental uncertainty of life, the slowly learned fact that the reference points by which we draw our maps and chart our course are ever shifting, and a life’s cartography is never quite done.

We tell ourselves stories in order to live.

I learned early that the most important thing in life is a good story.