Read more than you write. In expressing the ambition to be a writer, you are committing yourself to the community of other writers. Your originality will mean nothing unless you can understand the originality of others. What we call originality is little more than the fine blending of influences.
Be ruthless in your use of what you’ve seen and what you’ve experienced. Add your imagination, so that where invention ends and reality begins is undetectable.
Be courageous. Nothing human should be far from you.
I go to bed wondering why I didn’t.
|—||Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)|
|—||Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying” (via feellng)|
will bring you back.
Not the songs of a hundred horses running
until they become wind
Not the personal song of the rain
who makes love to the earth.
|—||Joy Harjo, ‘Songs from the House of Death, or How to Make it Through to the End of a Relationship’ (via injusticeworth)|
|—||Amy Waldman, The Submission (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)|
What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.
I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I can make myself feel again.
|—||The Things They Carried - Tim O’Brien (via lanskyed)|
i love this fucking quote so fucking much
Frick that’s beautiful
As a realist, I can 100% confirm.