I hear they’re delicious.
this is literally the best thing that has ever happened or will ever happen to jonathan franzen
“He is always on the brink of suicide … because he seeks salvation through the routine formulas suggested to him by the society in which he lives.” — Umberto Eco on Charlie Brown
“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
dear mom life in the city is going great so far
"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."
Zora Neale Hurston (via observando)
In another essay, Hugo places you among writers he labels Snopeses, a reference to the Yoknapatawpha County family from Faulkner. These writers, he speculates, are basically outsiders and thus are afraid success will cause them to lose touch with other outsiders.
I understand Hugo’s impulse to stay in touch with outsiders. He was a natural outsider. But on the other hand he couldn’t be an outsider; he was taken in by everybody; they loved him. He was addicted to sociability, helplessly social. And he was addicted to, or available to, the heartiness of interchange among writers. He enjoyed company and sympathy and liked to extend sympathy. He especially valued that feeling of kinship with people who were failures or outsiders. My own feeling is that I’m not sure what being an outsider amounts to. Maybe some of us should be outsiders. I’m not sure by any means that I deserve to be an insider, whatever that would be. Maybe one feels neglected only if one has an opinion of one’s rightful place, and I don’t have that opinion. That’s up to the world."