"I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between sounds—but I think of you always in those intervals."
Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via elmoyork)
"I wonder now what Ernest Hemingway’s dictionary looked like, since he got along so well with dinky words that everybody can spell and truly understand."
Kurt Vonnegut (via heyoscarwilde)
"And I shall be dumped where the weed decays. And the rest is rust and stardust."
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (via ramirezbundydahmer)
"Will you love me in December as you do in May?"
Jack Kerouac (x)
"Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace."
The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas (via vlorin)
“Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn’t exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible.”
—A very happy birthday to Ray Bradbury, who would have turned ninety-two today.
Copies of Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 from Richard Prince’s private collection.
Rest in peace Joe…
Edgar Allan Poe illustrated by Joe Kubert
scanned from the original artwork :: originally posted at heyoscarwilde.com :: 1999
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Oscar Wilde illustrated by Peter Emmerich :: via peteremmerich.blogspot.com
"but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight…"
Is full of ghosts tonight…"
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Sonnet XLIII” (via litverve)
"All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase — ‘I love you.’"
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Offshore Pirate (via aclockworkorange)
