Topical. :)

So cool.

Bahahah.

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“The most important thing for me is consistency. Likewise with fashion, I think it is very important to understand your age and not try and hide the fact. Of course, there were periods when I looked better but I never once lied about my age. Authenticity, at the end of the day, is much more interesting than something built on a lie.”

STYLE ICON.

Dream job.

“Work finally begins,” says Alain de Botton, “when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.”

I’m a connoisseur of bad poetry of the elegiac variety. I am a sucker for lexicons and thesauruses. I collect novels about heroic collies who rescue their owners, rescues that may involve ocean voyages or changing planes in Chicago.”

Good old Garrison.

MY DAILY ROUTINE

“There are three points of view from which a writer can be considered,” Nabokov said. “He may be considered as a storyteller, as a teacher, and as an enchanter. A major writer combines these three—storyteller, teacher, enchanter—but it is the enchanter in him that predominates and makes him a major writer.”

In other words, great writing might teach or entertain us—but it enchants us most of all. For me, when this enchantment happens, there is a magic that sustains my writing and person, as wholesome as nourishing food. And no matter what kind of enchantment I may be looking for in a given moment—relief or delight or guidance or suspension from the weight of my own life—I treasure each variety and kind.

"I’m fairly certain that The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe was the first book that I ever was transported by. I think it’s the book that taught me what novels are supposed to do. It’s the book that taught me how books work, and what—if they’re good—they do for you. It was the template for all the great reading experiences I had ahead.”

He’s making magic, but he’s making magic out of very ordinary physical impressions. It’s very powerful, and it’s very new. I don’t think anybody wrote this way before he did. He came up with a new way to describe magic that made it feel realer than it ever had. 

It works because he’s writing fantasy—but he’s working with the tools of realism. Even though he had this wonderful romantic yearning nostalgia, he writes like a modernist. He writes like Hemingway, like the Joyce of Dubliners. Though he was writing shortly after the time of the modernists, he observes reality in the meticulous, almost disenchanted way they did—but he puts those tools in the service of a totally different effect. 

As far as the modern fantasy novels goes, this is ground zero. You’re seeing the atom being split for the first time. So much of what’s written afterwards comes out of that simple moment, just emerges from Lucy going through the wardrobe.”

In this way, the portal in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe becomes a magnificent metaphor for reading itself. When she opens the doors to the wardrobe, it’s like Lucy’s opening the covers of a book and passing through it to somewhere else—which is just the same experience you’re having at the moment you’re reading the passage. You’re watching Lucy do the same thing you are, just in a way that’s dramatized and transfigured. 

I think the standard psychoanalytic reading of the wardrobe has to do with a return to the womb—you know, passing through these furry coats back into a safe place. But that idea, while perhaps supportable on the grounds of textual evidence, never really seemed paramount to me. For me, the wardrobe’s doors open like a book, ushering Lucy—and the reader—into a new imaginative realm of imagination. That’s the kind of writer I aspire to be: one that helps the reader make that seamless passage, from the real world to the land of fantasy, from real life to the realm of reading.”

"Decide you want it more than you are afraid of it."

Bill Cosby  (via thatkindofwoman)

"You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it."

Margaret Atwood, Good Bones  (via thatkindofwoman)