Chris J. Rice

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

We dream — it is good we are dreaming —
It would hurt us — were we awake —

—Emily Dickinson, from “J:531” (via litverve)

(via powells)

Fiction is more dangerous than nonfiction because it can seduce better. I think we all know this, know that deeper truths can be approached in fiction than in fact. There are risks for the reader, because after reading certain books you find you have changed irreversibly. There are risks for writers: in China, now, and Ethiopia and other countries right now, writers face real persecution. Fiction is risky for writers also in that the process of making certain books, of shaping certain narratives, leaves scars and marks on your inner life.

If there was no risk, it wouldn’t be art. It wouldn’t be worth making. There is risk even in a fairy tale. Fiction is closest to pure narrative, and pure narrative is simply the logic we try to impose on an ever-changing reality.

The Rumpus Interview with Chris Abani


February 10th, 2014

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

—Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes (via thegr8erfool)

(via booklover)

…you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it’s done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on

—― Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)

(via pankmagazine)

But little girls are raised on fairytales. Is it any wonder we all crave the happy endings to the dark things in our lives? No one ever tells you that sad things stay sad, some people die angry and unforgiven, and some things are lost and never found.

—~~ Lisa Unger, BEAUTIFUL LIES