“I have made it a rule of my life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to become a writer can afford to indulge in it. You can’t get it into shape; you can’t build on it; it’s only good for wallowing in.”
“Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.”
Miranda July, “How to Tell Stories to Children,” from No One Belongs Here More Than You
Hi! I was wondering if you've read As I Lay Dying, and, if so, what your thoughts on it were?
I have read it, yeah. But to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t remember very much about it. Faulkner and I don’t exactly get along, so I didn’t have the best time reading it, sorry!
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is life. That is something to remember when you meet the old classmate who says, “Well now, on our last expedition up the Congo-” or the one who says, “Gee, I got the sweetest little wife and three of the swellest kids ever-“. You must remember it when you sit in hotel lobbies or lean over bars to talk to the bartender or walk down a dark street at night, in early March, and stare into a lighted window. And remember little Susie has adenoids and the bread is probably burned, and turn up the street, for the time has come to hand me down that walking cane, for I got to catch that midnight train, for all my sin is taken away. For whatever you live is life.”
Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men