The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom, but doesn’t always get there in time. I gave up waiting.
via Tom Perrotta, Francine Prose, and others on “great books” that aren’t great. – Slate Magazine.
I am in here.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom, but doesn’t always get there in time. I gave up waiting.
via Tom Perrotta, Francine Prose, and others on “great books” that aren’t great. – Slate Magazine.
Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn’t.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
There’s no sense in being precise when you don’t even know what you’re talking about.