"All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air. What is evoked in him, then, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant, too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours."
—James Baldwin, Sonny’s Blues
Sometimes when I’m really lonely I talk to myself, but I call myself “you guys.” • There’s no way my heart can handle what’s in an email labeled ELEPHANTS REUNITING AFTER 20 YRS. • Nothing’s more attractive than an unending monologue about your shortcomings. • I hate drama = I love drama. • Unfortunate is the man who employs baby talk. • A bull in pretty much any shop is gonna be a mess. • Saying “RELAX” is maybe the least relaxing word you can say to someone. • I still wake up so jazzed that I don’t have to go to school. • Some of the most misogynistic men I know are women. • “I hate clouds,” declared my dad out of nowhere. • The two saddest consecutive sentences: “He just wants attention. Don’t give it to him.” • People in cults don’t call their cults cults. • You don’t have to do what’s expected of you. • Just a quick reminder: other people exist. • It bothers me that I’m not your entire world. • We are all 100% going to die someday. • Your fancy frankenstein cross-breed vanity dog can’t breathe you obnoxious boob. • Vote “No” on this spelling of Geoff. • You had me ‘til Hello.
"…mate, this is what I noticed when I was in the Houses of Parliament: it’s decorated exactly the same as Eton, it’s decorated exactly the same as Oxford, so a certain type of people goes in there and thinks, “Oh, this makes me nervous,” and another type of people go in there and go, “This is how it should be."’
"We lie. That’s what we do. You’re selling me a line of bullshit and you want me to sell you a line of bullshit back so you can write a major line of bullshit and be paid for it."
— Jennifer Egan, Look at Me
"You remain invested in your inner child by exploding every day. You don’t worry about the future, you don’t worry about the past — you just explode. So I’ve remained a boy, because boys run everywhere — they never stop running, they never look back, they just keep running, running, and running. That’s me — the running boy.”