“A novel is a commodity that fulfills a certain need; people need to buy daydreams like they need to buy ice cream or aspirin or gin. They even need to buy a pinch of intellectual catnip now and then to liven up their thoughts….”—
“When I reread my notebooks it never fails to remind me that I have a life, that I felt and thought and saw. It is very reaffirming, because sometimes writing seems useless and a waste of time. Suddenly you are sitting in your chair fascinated by your own mundane life. That’s the great value of art —making the ordinary extraordinary. We awaken ourselves to the life we are living.”—
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones (via weissewiese)
That’s true. I almost always thank myself for having written in the past. Your mind is more beautiful than you think.
“I was always under the impression that books served a dual purpose: not only do they offer a world to enter, but also they offer an affordable means of escape from the world we’re in. What a nice cloak a book can be on the subway or the train, or while sitting at a bar, enjoying the buzz of humanity while absorbed in something else. I’m reminded of Anne Tyler’s “The Accidental Tourist”, in which books are recommended as props for travellers who would rather avoid idle chatter with strangers.”—Full of Chic, More Intelligent Life (via lanipauli) (via teachingliteracy) (via lareinaperdida)