pi's the limit

And part of me - the writer part of me, the bit that has noted the particular way the light hit the broken glass in the puddle of blood even as I staggered out from a car crash, and has observed in exquisite detail the way that my heart was broken, or did not break, in moments of real, profound, personal tragedy - it was the part of me that thought, You could get that effect with a smoke machine, some plants, and a tape track. You'd need a really good lighting guy, of course.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

The true focus of revolutionary change is never merely the oppressive situations which we seek to escape, but that piece of the oppressor which is planted deep within us.

So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.

To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.

perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her these years or to snare the timid like of her mind to my mind that i am come by little countries to the yes of her youth. And if somebody hears what i say—let him be pitiful: because I’ve travelled all alone through the forest of wonderful, and that my feet have surely known the furious ways and the peaceful, and because she is beautiful

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.