"I was a child of atheists, but I had an intuition of God. The days seemed created for our worship. There was grass and flowers and clouds. And then there were the words for these things: mare’s tails and a mackerel sky, daylillies and lady’s slippers and lilicas and hyacinth. There were words even for the weeds: goldenrod and ragweed and Queen Anne’s lace. You could feed yourself on the grandeur of the sounds."
The Long Goodbye: A Memoir, p. 2
By Meghan O’Rourke
“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed.”
The Fault in Our Stars, p. 223
By John Green
“Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.”
Blue Nights, p. 66
By Joan Didion
My last post was practically three months ago. That’s pretty embarrassing. I’m going to try my best to dodge all glances that indicate my abandonment. Thank you for lingering.