Chris J. Rice

The world is full of stories, and from time to time they permit themselves to be told.
Old Cherokee Saying

kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;

—e. e. cummings, from “XLVIII” (via litverve)

(via closetpoesie)

well listen, you may as well tell your story because if you don’t, some other clown will, and badly. and serially.

—Lidia Yuknavitch

What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But this is all a masquerade. What good stories deal with is the horror and incomprehensibility of time, the dark encroachment of old catastrophes…

—Joy Williams (via mttbll)

Yup my master’s thesis in a nutshell

(via quintessentiallyquirky)

(Source: mttbll, via quintessentiallyquirky)

Nothing is lost if one has the courage to proclaim that all is lost and we must begin anew.

—Julio Cortazar Hopscotch (1963)

Memory believes before knowing remembers.

— William Faulkner, Light in August

Paula Modersohn-Becker (February 8, 1876 – November 21, 1907)
The perils of fruit.

Paula Modersohn-Becker (February 8, 1876 – November 21, 1907)

The perils of fruit.

Le monde est grand, mais en nous
Il est profonde comme la mer.

The world is large, but in us
it is as deep as the sea.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, opening quote to Gaston Bachelard’s Intimate Immensity, in The Poetics of Space  (via astrowomyn)

(Source: rozenstruikjes, via astrowomyn)

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly. … Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated.

—― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own