you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

Margaret Atwood, “You Fit Into Me” (via misswallflower)

I put it to the great man, the key to fictitious terror is partition or containment: so long as the Bates Motel is sealed off from our world, we want to peer in, like at a scorpion enclosure. But a film that shows the world is a Bates Motel, well, that’s… the stuff of Buchenwald, dystopia, depression. We’ll dip our toes in a predatory, amoral, godless universe—but only our toes.

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via starttofin)

Some people that we didn’t even know, and who didn’t know us either, arranged it so that one day we started existing.

Michel Foucault (via strandedstmarkscitylights)

Let us treat the men and women well: treat them as if they were real: perhaps they are.

Ralph Waldo Emerson from "Experience"

There are so many amazing and quotable books out there.

If you guys want to request any books/submit any quotes, go for it. I'm a slow reader and I have to read a ton for my senior project, so if you request a book it'll take a while to go through it and pick out great quotes.

Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they'll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.

John Green (As said by Colin Singleton in An Abundance of Katherines)

Excerpts of a Passage from Cormac McCarthy's "Blood Meridian"

When Glanton and his chiefs swung back through the village people were running out under the horses' hooves and the horses were plunging and some of the men were moving on foot among the huts with torches and dragging the victims out, slathered and dripping with blood, hacking at the dying and decapitating those who knelt for mercy. There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerges from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in each hand and squatted at a ring of midden stones and swung them by the heels each in turn and bashed their heads against the stones so that the brains burst forth through the fontanel in a bloody spew and humans on fire came shrieking forth like berserkers and the riders hacked them down with their enormous knives and a young woman ran up and embraced the bloodied forefeet of Glanton's warhorse...

Glanton turned his horse. The dead lay awash in the shallows like the victims of some disaster at sea and they were strewn along the salt foreshore in a havoc of blood and entrails. Riders were towing bodies out of the bloody water of the lake and froth that rode lightly on the beach was a pale pink in the rising light. They moved among the dead harvesting the long black locks with their knives and leaving their victims rawskulled and strange in their bloody cauls. The loosed horses from the remuda came pounding down the reeking strand and disappeared in the smoke and after a while they came pounding back. Men were wading about in the red waters hacking aimlessly at the dead and some lay coupled to the bludgeoned bodies of young women dead or dying on the beach. One of the Delawares passed with a collection of heads like some strange vendor bound for market, the hair twisted about his wrist and the heads dangling and turning together.

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos.

Cormac McCarthy (As said by the judge in Blood Meridian)

Sorry guys...

I haven't posted on here in a ridiculously long time due to a multitude of more important things going on in my life (sorry, but school has to come first). I'm going to try to post more, but I can't be on here all the time. If anyone wants to submit anything, I'd be happy to put it out.

No one/will believe this/of vast import to the nation.

William Carlos Williams (From "Pastoral")

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

T.S. Eliot (From The Waste Land)

It is dangerous to leave written that which is badly written. A chance word, upon paper, may destroy the world.

William Carlos Williams (From Patterson)

The head of Drake High School school board, Charles McCarthy, demands copies of Slaughterhouse-Five to be burned. This is Vonnegut's response.

RIP Vonnegut

Writing turns you into someone who's always wrong. The illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on.

Phillip Roth (As said by Nathan Zuckerman in American Pastoral)

That's the thing about pain...It demands to be felt

John Green (As said by Augustus in The Fault in Our Stars)

The bird would cease and be as other birds But that he knows in singing not to sing. The question that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.

Robert Frost (From "The Oven Bird")