I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.
Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcendence.
Sit in a room and read—and read and read. And read the right books by the right people. Your mind is brought onto that level, and you have a nice, mild, slow-burning rapture all the time.
The Power of Myth (via ashramof1)
STAFF PICK (15% OFF!) - The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing
This always seemed like one of those great books you’re supposed to read. It’s like when I was a kid and we’d have Brussels sprouts for dinner. The frozen kind. First time I had fresh Brussels sprouts, it was a REVELATION. That is what reading this book is like. I was blown away by how brilliant Doris Lessing is. How completely insightful. How elegantly she picks apart the complexities of human nature. How she does it all in a way that is utterly riveting. I couldn’t put it down, couldn’t wait to read everything she had to say about the joys and sorrows and mysteries of being alone, of colliding with desire and love, of living.
All novels are about certain minorities: the individual is a minority.
Writing stories not only involved secrecy, it also gave her all the pleasures of miniaturization. A world could be made in five pages…The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhythmically emphatic sentence, falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.
~ L.M. Montgomery