November 2011
e.: where the wild things are →
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter…
“Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be...”
– Neil Gaiman (via slekes)
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does...”
– Maya Angelou (via infinitives)
“Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot...”
– Lemony Snicket (via danseurs)
Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from Do Androids... →
killingcharlemagne:
…but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it….
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