Chris J. Rice

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

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

—― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

—Happy birthday, Walt Whitman. SOUTH JERSEY FOREVER (via notnadia)

(via inothernews)

The point is that the outside world will trivialize you for almost anything if it wants to. You may as well be who you are.

—Grace Paley

Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar. Walker, there is no path. You make the path as you walk.

—Antonio Machado

You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow.

—– Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

…in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

—Louise Bogan, A Poet’s Alphabet, McGraw Hill 1970, pg. 429

Nicer is not what I’m after.

—Eimear McBride, in the Guardian, Friday, May 16, 21014

The art of storytelling is not limited to mere journalism. In fact, it revels in the improbable and the unexpected, even as its focus remains on the real.

Robert Coover discusses his story in this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/1l4IVgS (via newyorker)

(Source: newyorker.com, via newyorker)