Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
— R. W. Emerson
I’ve got tattoos, I’m subculture. Some kind of post-teen bag lady, that’s me.
— S. Rushdie
I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find god everywhere.
— A. Mojgani
He was always dying of something, either hunger or love or…yes, come to think of it, like Charlie Chaplin, he was mostly dying of love.
If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart.
In the end, we’ll all become stories.
— M. Atwood
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down, I just wanted to be a poem.
— Gil de Bieda
You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.
— W. Shire
You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
— E. Dickinson
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
You know. Don’t pretend you don’t know.
— E. Hemingway
…her clumsiness, which is only her body wanting contact with things, wanting not to walk through the world but into it.
It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
My lion is fed, I sleep at his side.
— J. Kerouac
We’re going to play football and nothing but football. If you don’t want to play football, you can’t play at all.
— F. S. Fitzgerald
If we can laugh, fine. And if we’ve got to cry, we’ve got to cry.
I like to choose. I have to care.
— C. Bukowski
What I loved in my old life–I haven’t forgotten–it lives in my spine.
I suffer from the Virgo disease: nothing I did was pure enough. I was never sure whether I wanted disciples or partisans. I was never sure if I wanted Parliament or a hermitage.
— L. Cohen
Oh God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m kind of a paranoic in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger
Higher still than love of humankind is the love of causes and ghosts.
— F. Nietzsche
I am both worse and better than you thought.
I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.
— S. Plath
I was calm, no one wants the kind of calm I was.
— S. Dunn
All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time.
— B. Collins
I thought perhaps she was crazy, but she was only highly intuitive.
— C. Jung
Never relaxing into grace.
— E. Pound
Ghosts sit in my mouth and sing.
— J.H. Gailey
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
— J. Picoult
It was not out of love that I wanted to meet my father, but out of the darkest curiosity-to be able to recognize, in myself, what evil I might be capable of.
— J. Irving