1. “They wanted happiness without knowing what it was, or where to look, which made them want it all the more.” -Tim O’Brien, In the Lake of the Woods Sara, Mount Holyoke College: 2.
I have fantasies about her rocking me and me sucking at her breasts. She asked me to describe this fantasy further and I couldn’t. “I know it’s hard to talk about,” Mrs. Ehrlich said.
The class is meant to give students a cultural/historical perspective on death, and I would guess for many of them it’s the easiest class on their schedule.
Pumpkin spice lattes have no place in this version of fall. Pair these books with a port or full-bodied red wine.
“Discovering this, [that you suffer only from yourself], the mind becomes whole: the split between I and me, man and the world, the ideal and the real, comes to an end.
4. Ophelia – Hamlet
While the going wisdom says publishers no longer market any but the biggest authors’ books, London’s Picador has put Emily St. John Mandel’s “Station Eleven” on a fast runway to launch.
“Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.”
A guy once told me to me less of a “dark weirdo” but stories like this make me proud to be dark.
My then-boyfriend used to say there was something gross about strip clubs. “Strippers just pretend to like you,” he said while smoking outside a strip club where we were buying a cheap dinner. “Who wants to pay someone to pretend to like you?