"Every letter was a love letter."
The Marriage Plot (Jeffrey Eugenides)
"To Emily, Conscience meant something very different. She was still only half aware of that secret criterion within her: but was terrified of it. She had not Rachel’s clear divination: she never knew when she might offend this inner harpy, Conscience, unwittingly: and lived in the terror of those brazen claws, should she ever let it be hatched from the egg. When she felt its latent strength stir in its pre-natal sleep, she forced her mind to other things, and would not even let herself recognize her fear of it. But she knew, at the bottom of her heart she knew, that one day some action of hers would rouse it, something awful done quite unwittingly would send it raging round her soul like a whirlwind. She might go weeks together in happy unconsciousness, she might have flashes of vision when she knew she was God Himself: but at the same time she knew, beyond all doubt, in her innermost being, that she was damned, that there never had been any one as wicked as her since the world began."
A High Wind in Jamaica (Richard Hughes)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] Nuclear Seasons — Charli XCX
(Source: themusicalshuffle)
"
1.
Each day the city unhinges its jaw and I climb inside.
I sing show tunes and polish its teeth. At night, I ride
its lit scales into glittered, showstopping dreams.
2.
Sister, the desert is more even than I dreamed. On each
rock rests a bowl of water, a wooden flute, a lizard.
The clouds swoop into the shape of my fears, then
blow off into the next county.
3.
I live between mountains and take my smallness,
like a pill, on waking. Always I’ll be only one
more moving part, blurred in snow and stone.
I’ll never fall for the slick con of consequence.
4.
Bright, or secret, or ghosted, towns fall into place
like the corner pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. All the sky
pieces look the same. I can’t fit the fragments
of clouds together.
5.
This place is as I never left it: the neon sub shop
on the corner, the junior high. My house is an aquarium
filled with tulips. My mouth is a tulip filled with dust.
"
Catherine Pierce (Postcards from her Alternate Lives)
"Or, dans ce corps démesurément grossi, l’âme reste ce qu’elle était, trop petite maintenant pour le remplir, trop faible pour le diriger. D’où le vide entre lui et elle. D’où les redoutables problèmes sociaux, politiques, internationaux, qui sont autant de définitions de ce vide et qui, pour le combler, provoquent aujourd’hui tant d’efforts désordonnés et inefficaces: il y faudrait de nouvelles réserves d’énergie potentielle, cette fois morale. (…) Le corps agrandi attend un supplément d’âme."
Bergson (Les deux sources de la morale et de la religion)
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