“If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” — A Man Without a Country, Kurt Vonnegut
“I don’t want to lose you.’ His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. ‘But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?’ To that, he had no response.” —Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue (via aneedo)
“To achieve a simplicity, which also has a certain ambiguity and a certain metaphysical implication that makes that simplicity vital. If it’s simple simple, it’s boring. We try for the idea that is so simple that it will make you think and rethink.” — Saul Bass (May 8, 1920 – April 25, 1996) was a Jewish-American graphic designer and filmmaker, best known for his design on animated motion picture title sequences.
“you didn’t love her, you just didn’t want to be alone. or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her. because you don’t destroy people you love.” —(via thebeautifuldamned)
“Your bid — for God or no God, for a good God or the Cosmic Sadist, for eternal life or nonentity — will not be serious if nothing much is staked on it. And you will never discover how serious it was until the stakes are raised horribly high. Nothing will shake a man — or at any rate a man like me — out of his merely verbal thinking and his merely notional beliefs. He has to be knocked silly before he comes to his senses. Only torture will bring out the truth. Only under torture does he discover it himself.” — A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis