May 2012
20 posts
About five years ago I saw a mockingbird make a straight vertical descent from the roof gutter of a four-story building. It was an act as careless and spontaneous as the curl of a stem or the kindling of a star. The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, accelerating thirty-two...
“Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
“Like some devout follower of an obscure religion, he was moved to tears...”
– Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After
“I want to lie down like a tired child and weep away this life and my diary shall...”
– Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 7 December 1925
“I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.”
– Jesse, Before Sunset
“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
April 2012
14 posts
“She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they...”
– J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
“Where do the words go
when we have said them?”
– Margaret Atwood, from “The Small Cabin”
bonjouralysssa asked: Hello Natasha, there is nothing in the world I can say to you that you are deserving of. Everything is ill fitting or simply not grand enough. My space has been dormant for a while, forgotten really. I stumbled across your blog and I reactivated only so I could applaud you. Natasha, the way you write leaves me to ponder and almost lose balance for days unending- your words are the best kind of...
“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda
“She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.”
– R.D. Larson
“I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all,...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
March 2012
36 posts
“But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would...”
– Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore
I cried under a Weeping Willow today and even she said that my sadness broke her heart.
“La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)”
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
“You make me feel like honey and trombones.”
– Anis Mojgani
“She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming...”
– D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“What if our hearts could be connected like constellations?”
– A. Ryutaro 有村竜太郎
