The second Academy Award nomination for Palestine.
Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything - or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.
|—||Thomas Pynchon, Slow Learner: Early Stories (via honeyforthehomeless)|
I want to break out — to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered inseparable, into the radiance of what we would become…
|—||Thomas Pynchon (via observando)|
why i always name my character i farted or my penis
Smashing Pumpkins // Luna
This is my shit
Oedipa resolved to pull in at the next motel she saw, however ugly, stillness and four walls having at some point become preferable to this illusion of speed, freedom, wind in your hair, unreeling landscape - it wasn’t. What the road really was, she fancied, was this hypodermic needle, inserted somewhere ahead into the vein of a freeway, a vein nourishing the mainliner LA, keeping it happy, coherent, protected from pain, or whatever passes, with a city, for pain.
|—||Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 (via strictlypersonal)|
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
your debutante just knows what you need, but I know what you want
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul.
|—||Franz Kafka (via elsastclaire)|