Mmm, God’s country.
(Virginia, you are one good-looking state.)
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
This is maybe my favorite moment from the pilot.
My pair is getting married this weekend, so here are some tbt feelings.
Absolute favorite Simpsons episode ever.
My father told me that God wears a lab coat, and that after we die, we get to tour the lab and ask any questions we want. He taught me that science is about showing love by looking closer. I came to believe that valuing mystery was essential to loving and learning about the universe and its creation, but that mystery at the deliberate expense and shunning of knowledge is abominable.
For me, the writing life doesn’t just happen when I sit at the writing desk. It is a life lived with a centering principle, and mine is this: that I will pay close attention to this world I find myself in. ‘My heart keeps open house,’ was the way the poet Theodore Roethke put it in a poem. And rendering in language what one sees through the opened windows and doors of that house is a way of bearing witness to the mystery of what it is to be alive in this world.
Julia Alvarez, quoted in 1998 in The Writer magazine, with the quotation republished in “Great Writing Tips from 125 Years of The Writer,” in the magazine’s April 2012 issue. (via apoetreflects)
Well if there’s anything that sells me on how resegregation is a Southern problem, it’s definitely these two sentences.
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
a shooting star is actually someone driving off rainbow road