Women often have a great need to portray themselves as sympathetic and pleasing, but we’re also dark people with dark thoughts. I wanted to have that on the page, as horrible as it might seem.
Once you pass a certain age, life is just a continuous process of losing one thing after another. One after another, things you value slip out of your hands the way a comb loses teeth. People you love fade away one after another.
Haruki Murakami (1Q84)
“Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.”
― Anne Sexton
Virginia Woolf, Geoffrey Chaucer and Raymond Chandler as food writers? Mark Crick of the Independent imagines the contents of the celebrity cookbooks of yesteryear
Have a life. And grow a heart.
Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe