February 2010
17 posts
Wes Anderson on J.D. Salinger (New Yorker) →
sometimesagreatnotion:
Wes Anderson… told me:
I remembered this passage from the F. Scott Fitzgerald story “The Freshest Boy”:
He had contributed to the events by which another boy was saved from the army of the bitter, the selfish, the neurasthenic and the unhappy. It isn’t given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A...
January 2010
28 posts
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations...”
– George Orwell (“Why I Write,” A Collection of Essays) (via moviescriptendings)
Jeff Bridges & Leonard Lopate discuss Crazy...
“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of...”
– Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (via first-lines) (via acceptanceworld)
“Some people like to paint pictures, or do gardening, or build a boat in the...”
– julia child. and i’m fairly certain i have posted this thought before. but tonight, as i stand chopping herbs and whisking oil, i cannot help but relate to mrs. child. cooking is undeniably one of the fine arts in life. (via whatsupstairs)
“The human mind delights in finding pattern—so much so that we often mistake...”
– but does it float (via tender)
“If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter...”
– (via shadowsinstone) (via marywachsmann)
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always...”
– Johann Wofgang Von Goethe (via pianississimo) (via tobia)
“Each time we don’t say what we want to say we’re dying.”
– Yoko Ono (via fuckyeahyokoono) (via arkipelagirl)
“There’s no retirement for an artist. It’s your way of living, so there’s no end...”
– Henry Moore (via tiffanyhoran) (via arsvitaest)
From Francine du Plessix Gray:
The text in progress is like a fire in the room, an animal, it speaks, hollers, barks, growls back at me. (@parisreview)
“We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which...”
– Zadie Smith, “This is how it feels to me”
(via unicornology) (via literarypiano) (via buyhercandy) (via littlewhiskey) (via sometimesagreatnotion)
Living in the memory
solidair:
A celebration of the great writers who died in the past decade John Updike by Ian McEwan Susan Sontag by Edmund White Harold Pinter by Craig Raine David Foster Wallace by George Saunders Saul Bellow by James Meek JG Ballard by Michael Moorcock Arthur Miller by Richard Eyre Muriel Spark by Ian Rankin et al