June 2013
“A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.”
—Maurice Sendak (via larmoyante)
“In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture, but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.”
—Don DeLillo (via circumstanceanddisposition)
“I didn’t sleep with him. Not even a kiss. Our last night together, at about 4 a.m., I retreated to take out my contacts, and when I returned, he was lying on the couch. I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up on the couch with him, wrapped in him, feeling safe and blissful and, dare I say it: loved. For the first time in my life. When he tried to kiss my neck, I told him it wasn’t a good idea at all, and he backed off. We lay in each other’s arms into the morning. You are beautiful, I tell him, and he says the same to me. The moment is beautiful. It is a moment I have never experienced before. It felt like pure bliss, pure acceptance, universal love, peace, and all the things people yearn for but don’t seem to find.”
—René Vernor, from Anything Is Possible (via perfect)
“I heard somebody define heaven once,” she said, looking at Pearl, “as a place where, when you get there, all the dogs you ever loved run to greet you.”
—Robert B. Parker (via 1112pm)
“‘You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,’ he said. ‘I wish I could follow you.’”
—Cassandra Clare (via 1112pm)
