10.12.12 by Jeff

Julie Morstad / Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway
My friends at Drawn & Quarterly sent me over a copy of Julie Morstad’s beautiful new book, and I get to give a copy away! Who wants it?

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

The Wayside by Julie Morstad Book Giveaway

If you’d like to snag the book, leave a comment below quoting a passage from your favourite book. We’ll pick a winner at the end of the week~!

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  • Mokasi

    beautiful drawings! love the climbing frame painting :)

    “Why spend the afternoon making a meal that will be gone in an hour,” she’d ask us, “when in the same amount of time, I can do a painting that will last forever?”
    ― Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

  • http://twitter.com/noumii naomi crumble

    Wow! I’d love to have a copy of this book!
    It looks lovely, especially the one with the “teacher” and the kids.
    And I’ll quote “A wise man will hear, and will increase learning” – Proverbs 1/ The Bible

  • http://twitter.com/anthonyILLUSTR Anthony

    “The sky was no longer blue. North-eastward it was inky black, and out of the blackness shone brightly and steadily the pale white stars. ” – H.G. Wells, Time Machine.

  • Rahel

    “I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.” – Virginia Woolf: The Waves

  • leanne

    Alice: But I don’t want to go among mad people.
    The Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
    Alice: How do you know I’m mad?
    The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn’t have come here.

  • Kriis

    “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” & “was at the time thought to be rather bold. Reading these books wasn’t quite like being in a secret society or a clique. But it certainly made you feel different from a lot of people in Leeds and they did put you in touch with a wider world.”
    From Alice in Wonderland.

  • http://www.catherinerondeau.com/ Catherine Rondeau

    What a lovely book!

    “The more that you read,
    The more things you will know.
    The more that you learn,
    The more places you’ll go.”

    I Can Read With My Eyes Shut, Dr. Seuss.

  • http://www.facebook.com/iain.mcgregor Iain McGregor

    “I do not like them in a box.
    I do not like them with a fox
    I do not like them in a house
    I do mot like them with a mouse
    I do not like them here or there.
    I do not like them anywhere.
    I do not like green eggs and ham.
    I do not like them, Sam-I-am.”

    Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and ham

  • http://www.facebook.com/alirezaaam Alireza M-t

    “If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation” — 1Q84

  • http://www.facebook.com/AlexOhNo Alexander Nowak

    “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 1

  • Donna

    “The dead waved from the ditches in Korea. The arms of soldiers reached out from bodies half in, half out of the frozen mud, as if begging for help even after their hearts had cooled and the ice had glazed their eyes.” – Rick Bragg, All Over but the Shoutin’

  • Guest

    “Perhaps her mind is slipping, perhaps she’s going off the tracks, perhaps she is coming unhinged. Unhinged, like a broken door, like a rammed gate, like a rusting strongbox. When you’re unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards go to sleep. The passwords fail.” –Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • http://www.facebook.com/vince.joy Vince Joy

    “Please, draw me a sheep.”

    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • http://www.facebook.com/rondelvillano Ron DelVillano

    “Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge
    that pass all the argument of the earth,
    And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my
    own,
    And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
    And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the
    women my sisters and lovers”
    -Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • Margaret

    The checkout part was my favorite. “Do you have a library card, young lady?” “Yeah! I do!” “Ma, where’s my card?” Julia Wertz, The Infinite Wait and Other Stories.

  • http://profile.yahoo.com/KRHTY5PBPJVGCEFDDF6HPPA2O4 ellie

    “Perhaps her mind is slipping, perhaps she’s going off the tracks, perhaps she is coming unhinged. Unhinged, like a broken door, like a rammed gate, like a rusting strongbox. When you’re unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards go to sleep. The passwords fail.” –Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • Michelle Suzanne

    Oh my gosh I love her drawings! “Everything
    everybody does is so—I don’t know—not wrong, or even mean, or even
    stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and—sad-making. And
    the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that,
    you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different
    way.” (Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger)

  • GABE

    “The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby, Billy Pilgrim supposed. That wasn’t in the movie. Billy was extrapolating. Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.” -Slaughterhouse-five, Kurt Vonnegut

  • jaycie

    “Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

  • Rachael

    I could pretty much type this whole nonsense poem in here, but I’ll resist.

    “I went to sleep in the park.
    The shark was starting to bark.
    And when I work up I had ants in my pants,
    Dirt in my shirt, glue in my shoe,
    And beans in my jeans and a bee on my knee,
    And the the shark was tickling my father.”

    On Tuesdays I Polish My Uncle is my favorite poem from Aligator Pie by Dennis Lee.

  • http://twitter.com/Cait_Cat Caitlin

    “I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at the moment I was lifted and struck.” – Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

  • http://twitter.com/ebail13 Evan Bailey

    “We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.” – Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

  • http://www.facebook.com/kathryn.shriver.5 Kathryn Shriver

    “I never fall in love in August or September.”- This Side of Paradise, Fitzgerald.

  • Kristi Di Zaragoza

    “All around us there is excitement in place of exaltation, rush and action in place of depth, humor in place of feeling.”
    -Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 3

  • erica

    “Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.”

    A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

  • cleo sallis

    “There were many seas. The sea roared like a tiger. The sea whispered in your ear like a friend telling you secrets. The sea clinked like small change in a pocket. The sea thundered like avalanches. The sea hissed like sandpaper working on wood. The sea sounded like someone vomiting. The sea was dead silent.”

    Yann Martel, Life of Pi (2001)

  • Drongo93

    “Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion? Is that religion which is less scrupulous, less generous, less just, less considerate for man, than even my own ungodly, worldly, blinded nature? No! When I look for religion, I must look for something above me, and not something beneath.”
    ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

  • http://twitter.com/robertpolko Robert

    “Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • mary allen

    “You’ll find out it’s little savors and little things that count more than big ones. A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it’s full of flavors, full of a lot of things growing. You’ve time to seek and find. I know, you’re after the broad effect now, I suppose that’s fit and proper. But you got to look at grapes as well as watermelons. You greatly admire skeletons and I like fingerprints; well, and good. Right now such things are bothersome to you, and I wonder if it isn’t because you never learned to use them. If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up things? Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life.”
    ― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • skdurbin

    I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,

    And catch, in sudden gleams,

    The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,

    And islands that were the Hesperides

    Of all my boyish dreams.

    And the burden of that old song,

    It murmurs and whispers still:

    “A boy’s will is the wind’s will,

    And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

    MY LOST YOUTH

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • http://www.facebook.com/toby.baxter Toby James Baxter

    “I ought not to have listened to her,” he confided to me one day. “One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity.”

    Le Petit Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • http://www.facebook.com/jeff.hasulo Jeff Hasulo

    “How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement – no matter how temporary.”

    Craig Thompson, Blankets

  • Paola Phillips

    “One afflicted with a painful or loathsome disease, one who is a heavy burden to those he cares for, one threatened with insanity, one without property, employment, or hope, one who has disgraced himself, one irreclaimably addicted to drunkenness!”

    — The Old Gringo by Carlos Fuentes

  • allfalldown

    “How often have I lain beneath rain under a strange roof, thinking of home.” – As I Lay Dying, Wm. Faulkner

  • Kayla Ramirez

    “On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. That night he had a stomachache! The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better.”

    – Eric Carle, The Very Hungry Caterpillar

  • JCLennon

    I’m in! Awesome book.

    Quote in a book I’m currently reading gives me confidence and hope for all of us in the creative arts.

    “What do artists do? Artists give people something they didn’t know they were missing: a dance, a piece of music, a painting, a piece of sculpture. Catering to that need is the best business strategy”…Daniel H. Pink
    Submitted by JC Lennon

  • http://www.facebook.com/ronald.raccoon Ronald Raccoon

    “Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.” Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth

  • http://www.facebook.com/olivia.motley Olivia Motley

    “[she] begain to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget; a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘listen’, a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.”

    the great gatsby

  • http://www.facebook.com/JuLiAnA.ZOE Juliana Barrault

    Le vent se frayait un chemin parmi les feuilles et ressortait des arbres tout chargé d’odeurs de
    bourgeons et de fleurs.
    (…)
    Le soleil dépliait lentement ses rayons et les hasardait, avec
    précaution, dans des endroits qu’il ne pouvait atteindre
    directement, les recourbant à angles arrondis et onctueux,
    mais se heurtait à des choses très noires et les retirait
    très vite, d’un mouvement nerveux et précis de poulpe doré.
    Son immense carcasse brûlante se rapprocha peu à peu,
    puis se mit, immobile, à vaporiser les eaux continentales et
    les horloges sonnèrent trois coups.

    Boris Vian

    L’écume des jours, 1947

  • http://twitter.com/abigoy abi goy

    “And then, my dear, you will feel it churning and boiling in your stomach, and steam will start coming out of your mouth, and immediately after that, marvelous things will start happening to you, fabulous, unbelievable things—and you will never be miserable again in your life.”

    JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH

    by ROALD DAHL

  • http://twitter.com/DrawnIn Sara Lomas

    I gave this, my favourite novel, away many moons ago, but it bangs around my brain to this day. This is only one of the myriad great passages in the book.

    “It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.

    Can we blame the child for resenting the fantasy of largeness? Big, soft arms and deep voices in the dark saying, “Tell Papa, tell Mama, and we’ll make it right.” The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. They claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary. The weeping earth itself knows how desperate is the child’s need for exactly that sanctuary. How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.
    Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites.
    We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting lollipop or a toy bear’d worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skull for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.”
    ― Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

  • justine

    “Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”

    — Haruki Murakami

  • http://www.facebook.com/lucy.roleff Lucy Jean Roleff

    “Do justice to the lovely time and climb up to the terrace. Bees’ whiskers dripping honey, they thread the flowery paths; swallows’ beaks filled with mud, they seek ornamented eaves. The herd boy with his solitary calf sings in the rustic garden; gathering mulberry leaves, the wandering girls feed the new-hatched silkworms. If there is anything further in your life, work diligently at it. Why sit around all depressed and sad, just terrified of difficulties?”

    Sun Ch’eng-tse

  • http://www.facebook.com/greasy.pastel Greasy Pastel

    ” ‘You are glad to have met me, Mr Gray,’ said Lord Henry looking at him. ”

    Oscar wilde

  • http://www.facebook.com/ryan.villarina Ryan Villarina

    –Why are we fighting them?
    –They’re mad. We’re sane.
    –How do we know?
    –That we’re sane?
    –Yes.
    –Am I sane?
    –To all appearances.
    –And you, do you consider yourself sane?
    –I do.
    –Well, there you have it.
    –But don’t they also consider themselves sane?
    –I think they know. Deep down. They they’re not sane.
    –How must that make them feel?
    –Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.

    Donald Barthelme, Indian Uprising

  • thu

    “You would have to be half mad to dream me up.” Lewis Carroll

  • http://www.facebook.com/kelly.little.75491 Kelly Little

    “An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”
    ― Charles Bukowski

  • http://www.facebook.com/john.rowlett.31 John Rowlett

    All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.TOLKIEN/THE LORD OF THE RINGS

  • http://www.facebook.com/michellejoy.mateo.3 Michellejoy Mateo

    Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet earth.

    Now this is an interesting number, for by a curious coincidence there are approximately a hundred billion stars in our local universe, the Milky Way. So for every man who has ever lived, in this Universe there shines a star.

    -2001 A Space Odyssey

  • Nick Meurlott

    This book is beautiful.

    “The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths–but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.”
    ― C.S. Lewis, Perelandra

  • Michelle

    “The art is what has happened to the viewer” Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees by Lawrence Weschler conversing with Robert Irwin

  • jena

    “She thought that they had not greeted each other and that it was right. This was not a reunion, but just one moment out of something that had never been interrupted. She thought how strange it would be if she ever said “hello” to him; one did not great oneself each morning.”

    -ayn rand, the fountainhead

  • Colin

    ”The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. we had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured-uppers, downers screamers, laughers….and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.” -Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • Sam

    “if letters had eye brows, these would be arched”

    James St. James, Party Monster

  • Adrienne

    “‘No; that doesn’t interest me.’
    ‘That’s because you never read a book about it.'”

    – Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

  • http://www.facebook.com/alyce.bailey1 Alyce Bailey

    “Oh, please don’t go —we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”
    ―Maurice Sendack, Where the Wild Things Are

  • Doss Hill

    “In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.” -Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1597020074 Tim Gorichanaz

    “We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble.” – The Dodo, Alice in Wonderland

  • http://www.facebook.com/jose.v.parreno Jose Vincent Parreno

    “so it goes” -vonnegut, slaughterhouse 5

  • tomek

    “One Saturday last summer, Josh and Eric, college students from Birchhead, Georgia, put on some cross colours and old school adidas to wear to a neighbourhood which Josh described as “kind of scary… almost like a ghetto.” The neighbourhood was downtown Atlanta. Jaws stiffened hats backward, they hit the city hoping-for what they weren’t quite sure- to fit in, to earn respect, to participate in a lifestyle they had admired for years on TV. Unsure what to do with themselves, they shopped and ate lunch. They didn’t talk to anyone; they barely even talked to each other. “It felt like the black people were laughing at us” they said later.
    – William Upski Wimsatt “Bomb the Suburbs”

  • Bettina

    “I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
    If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
    That is my name.
    Perhaps it was raining very hard.
    That is my name.
    Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong—“Sorry for the mistake,”—and you had to do something else.
    That is my name.
    Perhaps it was a game you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.
    That is my name.
    Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.
    That is my name.
    Perhaps you stared into a river. There as something near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
    That is my name.”
    ― Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=662559383 Scott Brown

    From what I’ve tasted of desire

    I hold with those who favor fire.
    -Robert Frost

  • Lindsey

    What a lovely looking book. I’ll give this a shot.
    “Never make a decision when you need to pee.” Beautiful Losers, Leonard Cohen

  • http://www.facebook.com/christopher.kilroy.1 Christopher Kilroy

    “The guy was Laconic even in his violence”

    – Jonathan Lethem, Gun with Occasional Music

  • http://twitter.com/paperapostle Yuli Scheidt

    “Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.”
    ― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

  • Alex Challenger

    “When he crossed the river by the ferryboat and afterwards, mounting the hill, looked at his village and towards the west where the cold crimson sunset lay a narrow streak of light, he thought that truth and beauty which had guided human life there in the garden and in the yard of the high priest had continued without interruption to this day, and had evidently always been the chief thing in human life and in all earthly life, indeed; and the feeling of youth, health, vigor–he was only twenty-two–and the inexpressible sweet expectation of happiness, of unknown mysterious happiness, took possession of him little by little, and life seemed to him enchanting, marvelous, and full of lofty meaning.”

    -Anton Chekhov, The Student

  • Eli Estela Gonzalez

    “Assumptions are dangerous things to make, and like all dangerous things to make–bombs for instance, or strawberry shortcake–if you make even the tiniest mistake you can find yourself in terrible trouble. Making assumptions simply means believing things are a certain way with little or no evidence that shows you are correct, and you can see how this can lead to terrible trouble. For instance, one morning you might wake up and make the assumption that your bed was in the same place that it always was, even though you would have no real evidence that this was so. But when you got out of your bed, you might discover that it has floated out to sea, and now you would be in terrible trouble all because of the incorrect assumption that you’d made. You can see that it is better not to make too many assumptions, particularly in the morning.”

    A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Austere Academy, by Lemony Snickett

  • Janey

    “Ancient walls that sing the distant hours…” -The Distant Hours, Kate Morton

  • Hannah B

    It’s only a story. None of it really happened. How could it? How could such people be? The prisoner is probably a professor. The sheriff loses the next election. The truckdriver died of emphysema. And as for the cowboy, that character, why nobody even knows where he is anymore. Or even, to be honest, if he ever really was

    the very first passage of The Brave Cowboy by Edward Abbey.

  • Bajcila

    “There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to
    mourn about the growing of a flower.(…) They swallow God
    without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they
    forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are
    stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly.
    Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most
    people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”

    Charles Bukowski

  • http://twitter.com/hitoopee Lettuce

    “I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.”
    ― Patti Smith, Just Kids

  • Ian

    “There is something in staying close to men and women and looking
    on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the
    soul well,
    All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.”

    Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass

  • https://www.facebook.com/pages/adriellism/107934205974541 Adriell Kopp

    “A light here required a shadow there.”
    Virginia Woolfe: To the Lighthouse

  • Dona

    “It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”
    – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • http://twitter.com/panelomo Jay Panelomo

    All grown-ups were children first. – My Favorite Passages from The Little Prince

  • Guest

    ” If you will cling to nature, to the simple in nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiterable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you, not in your intellect, perhaps, which lags marveling behind, but in your inmost consciousness, waking and cognizance.

    You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions
    themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

    ― Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke.

  • http://www.facebook.com/jenna.london Jenna London

    “If you will cling to nature, to the simple in nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiterable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you, not in your intellect, perhaps, which lags marveling behind, but in your inmost consciousness, waking and cognizance.

    You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

    ― Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke.

  • naomi

    ….to relearn certain life skills that your own parents had fled to the suburbs specifically to unlearn, like how to interest the local cops into actually doing their job, and how to protect a bike from a highly motivated thief, and when to bother rousting a drunk from your lawn furniture, and how to encourage feral cats to shit in somebody else’s children’s sandbox, and how to determine whether a public school sucked too much to bother trying to fix it. …Were the Boy Scouts ok politically? Was bulgar really necessary? Where to recycle batteries? How to respond when a poor person of color accused you of destroying her neighborhood? Was it possible to raise unprecedentedly confident, happy, brilliant kids while working full-time? … -jonathan franzen

  • Clair Gunther

    It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
    -George Orwell, 1984