Monday, October 27, 2014

"If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn't have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought, as if it were just a part of ordinary life."

Haurki Murakami - Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

Sunday, October 19, 2014

"It was as if he were sleepwalking through life, as if he had already died but not yet noticed it."

Haruki Murakami Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

Friday, October 10, 2014

"They're so damn cocky, thought Walter Mitty, walking along Main Street; they think they know everything."

James Thurber - "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty"

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

..."It's the millionaire banker, Wellington McMillan," said the pretty nurse. "Yes?" said Walter Mitty, removing his gloves slowly.

-James Thurber "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty"

Tuesday, October 7, 2014


“The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocket-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.” - James Thurber “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”

Friday, October 3, 2014

"As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past."  
 - John Green Paper Towns

Monday, September 29, 2014

"They must have been familiar sights, walking around that shopping plaza in their shirts and ballerina slippers that always scuffed the sidewalk, with charm bracelets jingling on their thin wrists; they would lean together to whisper and laugh secretly if someone passed by who amused or interested them."

-Joyce Carol Oates, "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?"

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

"Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew." 
-Michael Chabon The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Friday, September 12, 2014

"His room smelled of Lysol, cooked grease, and age."  

- Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

“Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a scattering of brown slowly recede into the walls as we walked into the next room: live roaches.” 
 - Jean Kwok, Girl in Translation

Sunday, September 7, 2014

"She could not fall asleep in a room when the closet door was open; she did not like to see the dresses hanging there." - John Irving A Widow for One Year 

Monday, March 10, 2014

"Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog."

- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird