(Martha Holmes)

I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.

Bukowski.

(Modern Hepburn)

Scatter these well-meant idioms

Into the smoky spring that fills

The suburbs, where they will be lost.

They are no trophies of the sun.

Hart Crane, "Praise for an Urn."

(The Clothes Horse)

When I told the resident genius 
that given the choice between writing and being 
happy, I'd pick the latter, she touched my folio

with her pencil like a bad fairy's wand,
saying: Don't worry, you don't have that choice.

Mary Karr, "The Choice."

(mrlkanderson)

(Rookie)

(Jewel of the South)

(Javier Perez)

(The Clothes Horse)

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

Charles Bukowski.

(Miss Moss)

(thoughts in moo)

I conclude now that I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me, 
literature bores me, especially great literature.

John Berryman.

(The Clothes Horse)

(THEO GOSSELIN)

(Modern Hepburn)

don't walk in front of cars and take care and be good and don't hurt or be hurt and don't live in a way that makes you feel dead and don't betray anybody or yourself and take care of what matters and please don't and please remember and make sure...

Zadie Smith, "On Beauty."

(Modern Hepburn)

…. a minor but perilous triumph of being over nothingness.

Joan Didion.

(Rookie)

(Houdon, Dead Thrush, The Frick Collection)

It's always hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.

Michael Chabon, "Wonder Boys."

(Rookie)

(flickr)

He was in the mode now of avoiding anything that might make him experience an emotion.

Jonathan Franzen, "The Corrections."