Forgive my fingers
for when they find your body
they will lose themselves.
As someone who tried to do a fifty book challenge and failed miserably the previous year, I now hold a special sort of contempt on people who put such a big emphasis on reading a lot of books. I didn’t even make it forty and I’ll be damned if someone tries to tell me that they love and/or appreciate books more than me.
The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you’re not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It’s a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society. Enturdment?
David Wong This Book is Full of Spiders: No Seriously Dude, Don’t Touch It
I was twenty. I will let no one say it is the best time of life. Everything threatens a young person with ruin: love, ideas, the loss of family, the entrance into the world of adults. It is hard to learn one’s part in the world.
Paul Nizan, Aden Arabie
Whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living.