To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
— Mary Oliver, American Primitive (via itsfromabook)
My heart wants roots
My mind wants wings.
I cannot bear
— E.Y. Harburg (via murmurrs)
Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.
— David Foster Wallace (via dulcetdecember)