The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler
Entirely possible we’ve all been in iso too long - but to celebrate BSC on Netflix and a resurgence in the books, my local indie bookstore (Readings) turned me into a spin-off! 😍
She began to fear that she would always be greedy, all the time. Nothing ever seemed to fill her up. Nothing ever seemed to touch the sides.
Funny Girl by Nick Hornby
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
I fall in love with these kids over and over again and my heart aches for their tragedies and marvels at their friendship.
'On the Jellicoe Road' by Melina Marchetta
Oh nothing, just Paul McCartney casually predicting the misogynistic blame-game the media put on Yoko Ono …
I love you.
OUTLANDER | Brotherly Love (7.10)
People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father’s blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day. I was just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robbed him of his life and his horse and $150 in cash money plus two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band.
True Grit by Charles Portis
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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