I’m so sorry about my lack of posts! A lot of big and exciting things have been happening. I’m in the process of getting my teaching certificate, which will probably take several months, but it’s all done! Also, I’m gonna start doing writing workshops at my work next semester, and I’m volunteering as ESOL teacher at my local library. Despite everything that’s been happening, I do have some interesting things coming up for this blog that I’ve been developing. Meanwhile, I’m going to post some of my favorite passages from my favorite books. Hopefully it will inspire you to head over to Barnes and Noble and start some fall reading. Enjoy, my lovelies <3
I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
-William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
They were…well, Beautiful People! - not ‘students’, ‘clerks’, ‘salesgirls’, ‘executive trainees’ - Christ, don’t give me your occupation-game labels! We are Beautiful People, ascendant from your robot junkyard.
-Tom Wolfe, Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
The Acid Test were one of those outrages, one of those scandals, that create a new style or a new world view. Everyone clucks, fumes, grinds their teeth over the bad taste, the bad morals, the insolence, the vulgarity, the childishness, the lunacy, the cruelty, the irresponsibility, the fraudulence and, in fact, gets worked up into such a state of excitement, such an epitasis, such a slaver, they can’t turn it loose. It becomes a perfect obsession. And now they’ll show you how it should have been done”
-Tom Wolfe, Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
His mind, just emerging from the unreal wilderness of childish fancy, gave way completely in this Carnival, and he was paralyzed by the conviction, which often returned to him in later years, that his life was a fabulous nightmare and that, by cunning and conspirate artifice, he had surrendered all his hope, belief, and confidence to the lewd torture of demons masked in human flesh.
-Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
Miss Lonelyhearts drank steadily. He was smiling and innocent, amused smile, the smile of an anarchist sitting in the movies with a bomb in his pocket. If people around him only knew what was in his pocket. In a little while he would leave to kill the President.
-Nathanial West, Miss Lonelyhearts
It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. Then too, you’re constantly being bumped against by those of poor vision. Or again, you often doubt if you really exist. You wonder whether you aren’t simply a phantom in other people’s minds. Say, a figure in a nightmare which the sleeper tries with all his strength to destroy. It’s when you feel like this, out of resentment, you begin to bump people back.
-Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
There will be time to murder and create, time for all the works and days of hands, that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecision, and time yet for a hundred decisions and revisions, before the taking of toast of tea.
-T.S Eliot, The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock
They laugh and then I hear them mumbling behind me, heads close together. Humming of black machinery, humming hate and death and other hospital secrets. They don’t bother not talking out loud about their hate secrets when I’m nearby because they think I’m deaf and dumb. Everybody thinks so. I’m cagey enough to fool them that much.
Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was, nor will be ever is always true.
-Dylan Thomas, Poem on his Birthday
My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English major. But an English major who knew shorthand was something else. Everybody would want her. She would be in demand among all the up-and-coming young men and she would transcibe one letter after thrilling letter. The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters.
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
You’ll be sorry some day. Why don’t you ever understand what I’m trying to tell you: it’s with you’re six senses that you’re fooled into believing not only that you have six senses, but that you contact an actual outside world with them. If it wasn’t for your ears, you wouldn’t hear that airplane. If it wasn’t for your nose, you wouldn’t smell the midnight mint. If it wasn’t for your tongue, you wouldn’t taste the difference between A and B. If it wasn’t for your body, you wouldn’t feel her. There is no me, no airplane, no her, no nothing, you for kris-sakes do you want to go on being fooled every damn minute of your life?
-Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums