“these days, clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. you get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody’s little display of genius.” the hours, michael cunningham
the works of kandinsky’s great period offer “nothing tangible for us to hold on to; it is as if we were in a small boat out in a rocky sea.” the way to enjoy them, for as long as you can stand it, is to move in close and give yourself over to their waves and watersprouts, “as if you had got out of the rocking boat and decided to swim for it.” new yorker, peter...
other pieces included a new copper Tom Dixon table lamp, four melamine dining chairs from Design Within Reach, and a white vintage Saarinen table she had bought through Craigslist for $900, which immediately became one of her favorite possessions after discovering when she went to pick it up that it had belonged to the novelists Jonathan Safran Foer and Nicole Krauss. -nytimes
“delicious autumn! my very soul is wedded to it, and if i were a bird, i would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” george eliot
said little a to big G. “Without me, the sea would be The se, The flea would be The fle And the earth and heaven couldn’t be Without me.” Said the big G to litle a, “Even the se Could crsh nd spry, Nd the fle would fly In the sme old wy, Nd erth nd heven still would be, Without thee.” shel silverstein