after a while, it all sounded like marmalade skies to me. - 👑 didion

after a while, it all sounded like marmalade skies to me. - 👑 didion

I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses … We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.
Zelda Fitzgerald
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won’t save us any more than love did.
F Scott Fitzgerald
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.
Zelda Fitzgerald
I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.
Zelda Fitzgerald

queen adichie:


"They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think, and they grow up - and this is the worst thing we did to girls - they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form.

- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, “Americanah”
Keeping herself in rent and hamburgers.
Octavia Butler, “Kindred”
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
James Baldwin
Listen to me. I want to tell you something very important. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are trickles like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don’t matter. The lake matters.
Jean Rhys
  • New York Times: Who are the best short story writers?
  • Junot Diaz: People who like to suffer or perhaps people tempted by perfectibility. For that is the short story’s great lure — that you can write a perfect one. With novels it’s quite the opposite — the lure of the novel is that you can never write a perfect one.
Reading for me is proof against anything, but especially pain.
Junot Diaz
Some soar with art, others with religion; most with love.
Julian Barnes, “Levels of Life”
It was not technique, but emotion. He had done what her ex-boyfriend had done but the difference, in this case, was love.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, “Americanah”