Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father’s name;
Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Aurora Leigh”
Good, because I am the one who knocks.
(This is at City Lights in San Francisco in case you’d like to visit and make Breaking Bad jokes in their basement.)
The scariest moment is always just before you start. — Stephen King, On Writing (via observando)
Marketing isn’t hard.
But most people do it wrong.
Learn to do it right.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
The New York Times called his stories “downright dazzling.”
This is the guy you want to learn from.
There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader’s hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books. — George Santayana (via austinkleon)
“A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, and you could squander everything.”
—Lorrie Moore, Bark