Quote for Today: Charlotte Eriksson

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You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.
Charlotte ErikssonYou’re Doing Just Fine
Image: Ludlow, California ghost town © Thomas Shahan with CCLicense

Quote for Today: Hypatia

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Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.

–Hypatia
Public Domain Image of Pueblo Bonito, Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, USA by the National Park Service

Quote for Today: John Updike

Villa Poppaea near Naples, Italy © Tierceron with CCLicense

Villa Poppaea near Naples, Italy
© Tierceron with CCLicense

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.

Quote for Today: Gabriel García Márquez

© Festval Internacional de Cine Guadalajara with CCLicense

© Festval Internacional de Cine Guadalajara with CCLicense

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

Gabriel García Márquez, 1927-2014

Rest in peace, Gabo. If we could call you back for one more story we would.