If you’re going through a slump, put down the pen, pick up the novels of your favorite artists.
People feel different things after they graduate college but I can guarantee you that almost all of them feel a little deflated.
I want someone to say beautiful things to.
You won’t have room for much in your suitcase, but keep room for books. You’ll find it hard to find English books and you’ll be surprised at how much you miss reading the language.
I imagine a boy who became a man before he’d realized it.
The hardest thing about writing about Madrid is finding my beginning. Because the story of Madrid and the story of who I was before and who I became after it does not fit solely into the stretch of the five autumnal months that I spent living there.
I’ve starred constellations of cities on the worldmap beating against my rib cage and still don’t know what accent I will speak my tomorrows in, don’t know whether or not to bend back the arms of this compass or to trust in their magnetism, don’t know with whom or for whom I will do all of this travelling.
Kindergarten teachers don’t ever get as much thanks as they deserve because their students never realize the impact they made on them until much later in life.
Help me to write down the things that move me even if it’s just the first warm Hello of a sort of sucky day. Help me to know that even sort of sucky days end.
Katie forgets her purse and so I pay even though I will never see her again. Do I know this? Even now, do I know this?