#liter

But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the month of buds and bitches like a true Kuon Kunos ↗

— Aporva Kala

#life

Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary before you read it. ↗

— Alexander Theroux

#humor #humour #literature #reading #vocabulary

This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literary #wit #humor

Besides,love is only a feeling. ↗

— Christina Westover

#literary-quote #love #mainstream-fiction #poisoning-sylvie #psychology

Adults...struggle desperately with fiction, demanding constantly that it conform to the rules of everyday life. Adults foolishly demand to know how Superman can possibly fly, or how Batman can possibly run a multibillion-dollar business empire during the day and fight crime at night, when the answer is obvious even to the smallest child: because it's not real. ↗

— Grant Morrison

#batman #children #comics #fiction #literature

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beauty Lying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#busy #corner #dejan-stojanovic #expensive #free

Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life, and it ought not to be. (Southey's reply to Charlotte Bronte) ↗

— Southey

#literature #business

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dreams

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside. ↗

— Cole Alpaugh

#circus #death #literary-fiction #love #death

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#god #literature #literature-quotes #poems #poetry