"I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable."
"You make me feel like when someone wakes up thirsty and reaches for a drink, but there’s never anything there. Then comes the cold, awkward steps to the kitchen for water. After they’ve drank it they realised that they could’ve done without it if they’d just gone back to sleep. I feel like that most days, I can’t explain why. Maybe because you’re over there and I’m over here, I don’t need you but I want you, even though I’d have to awkwardly step my way into your heart. Now I keep a glass on my bedside table, every night without fail, just so I stop thinking about you. Dry throat or not."
"There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about."
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
"Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage."
"Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it."
David Foster Wallace
"I am the sea and nobody owns me."
Pippi Longstocking. Dir. Clive A. Smith.
"Words never mean what we want them to mean."
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One
"April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"You can get used to anything, I guess, if you’ve been there enough."
"People who read books in public places are regarded with suspicion because they appear self-sufficient. When you seem self-sufficient, other people think that you think you’re better than them, and they get resentful."
Jessica Zafra, Chicken Pox for the Soul