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Wild as vulture’s cry. —Æschylus

Wild as the winds that tear the curled red leaf in the air. —Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Wild as Winter. —Beaumont and Fletcher

As wild as game in July. —Dion Boucicault

Wild as one whom demons seize. —Charlotte Brontë

Wild and capricious as the wind and wave. —James Cawthorn

Wilde as chased deere. —Thomas Churchyard

A landscape rose More wild and waste and desolate than where The white bear, drifting on a field of ice, Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage And savage agony. —Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wild as the lightning. —Aubrey De Vere

Wild as dreams. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wild as a sea-breeze. —Nathaniel Hawthorne

Wild as if creation’s ruins Were heaped in one immeasurable chain Of barren mountains, beaten by the storms Of everlasting winter. —James A. Hillhouse

Wild as a fiend. —Sigmund Krasinski

Wild and woful, like the cloud rack of a tempest. —Henry W. Longfellow

Wild as an unbroken horse. —Maria Lowell

Wild as the heart of a bird. —Edwin Markham

Wild as flowers upon a river’s brink. —George Edgar Montgomery

Wild as young bulls. —William Shakespeare

Wild … as regret. —Marie Van Vorst 

(Source: fictionfiction, via arkadelphia)

6:33 pm  •  30 April 2012  •  24 notes
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"Don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away."

— John Steinbeck, in a letter to his son Thom. Read it. It’s good for you.

(Source: ellens, via bramblescram)

8:28 am  •  17 August 2011  •  54 notes
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"Is this the cause of James Dillon’s agitated state of mind? Yes, I think so. Some strong pressure is certainly at work. What is more, it appears to me that this is a critical time for him, a lesser climacteric—a time that will settle him in that particular course that he will never leave again, but will persevere in for the rest of his life. It has often seemed to me that towards this period (in which we all three lie, more or less) men strike out their permanent characters; or have those characters struck into them. Merriment, roaring high spirits before this: then some chance concatenation, or some hidden predilection (or rather inherent bias) working through, and the man is in the road he cannot leave but must go on, making it deeper and deeper (a groove, or channel), until he is lost in his mere character—persona—no longer human, but an accretion of qualities belonging to this character."

—

Patrick O’Brian’s Master and Commander.

Brought back to my attention by a friend who added this: “I’m going to do everything I can to avoid this, because I often feel like I’ve stopped evolving and am descending into a caricature of myself.”

Word. 

9:19 am  •  8 August 2011  •  7 notes
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"I hope when people ask what you’re going to do with your English and/or creative writing degree you’ll say: Continue my bookish examination of the contradictions and complexities of human motivation and desire; or maybe just: Carry it with me, as I do everything that matters. And then smile very serenely until they say oh."

— DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #72: The Future Has An Ancient Heart - The Rumpus.net (via bearbearpdx)

(via my-own-melt)

8:41 am  •  8 August 2011  •  513 notes
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"I did my best for you, son. I gave you all I had. More than anything I wanted to pass on to you the one heritage of the men of our family, a certain quality of spirit, a gaiety, a sense of duty, a nobility worn lightly, a sweetness, a gentleness with women—the only good things the South ever had and the only things that really matter in this life. Ah well. How did it happen that none of this ever meant anything to you?"

— (via frenchwelcome) Walker Percy, The Moviegoer. Of course.

10:27 pm  •  4 August 2011  •  8 notes
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"Everything passes. Everything changes. Just do what you think you should do."

— Good call, Bob Dylan.

(Source: champagnetoasts, via watchingithappen)

10:25 am  •  29 July 2011  •  67 notes
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"The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day."

— David Foster Wallace

1:21 pm  •  30 June 2011  •  4 notes
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The creator of the amazing website/archive Letters of Note indeed takes a note from his idols and posts this hilarious missive to the trolls who made him close his comments section:

“In a move which thankfully won’t affect the vast majority of you, I have today disabled comments on Letters of Note. Permanently.

All complaints should be directed towards a section of society to whom the concept of even vaguely civil discussion means nothing. This collective waste of flesh, bone, and dangerously limited brain function have caused me to dread opening each and every “New Comment” notification I’ve received over the past twelve months or so, to the point where I now cannot continue justifying the moderation of these imbecilic, repugnant grunts when it takes up such an inordinate amount of my willpower and, more importantly, time. I’d rather spend my hours happily expanding the archives of Letters of Note than clean up after a keyboard-wielding gaggle of cowardly, dim-witted, knuckle-dragging reprobates who have nothing better to do than gleefully splash their fetid saliva all over my efforts and then roll around in the puddle until I’m able to press “Delete Comment.” I refuse to waste another minute.”

Loving it. I plan to save “imbecilic, repugnant grunts” in my backlog until I can use it at a particularly choice time.

9:53 am  •  23 June 2011  •  1 note
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"The White Stripes were a perfect band, a band whose imagination was unparalleled, whose performances sent people over the moon, and whose records we loved and obsessed over. We will play these records again and again forever more. The White Stripes have inspired undying loyalty and respect from their friends, fans and contemporaries. They opened the door for a lot of bands and talented people, always supportive and endlessly generous. They captured the hearts and minds of everyone they came into contact with. The White Stripes were unique. And the memory of them always will be. They will be forever missed and forever loved. And I am so thankful that I’ve seen them play many times and witnessed the beautiful chemistry between them, seen up close the look in the their eyes, and gone on the journey. Thank you Jack and Meg for many years of beauty. It was a wonderful ride."

— Alison Mosshart, NME February 2011. (via fuckyeahalisonmosshart)

(Source: snowdrifting, via monkeyknifefight)

9:54 am  •  11 February 2011  •  494 notes
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I could gush about Neal Stephenson for paragraphs/hours (and do, to those people in my life who probably won’t quit loving me—the same people who will usually listen to me describe my cinematic dreams at length).

Right now I’m reading Quicksilver, and it has convinced me that, much like Shakespeare, it is utterly impossible that Neal Stephenson could be only one man. Yes, I just compared Stephenson to Shakespeare, and I meant it, damn it.

It is difficult, as it was for Cryptonomicon, to pick favorite lines or imagery or excerpts from this book, simply because there is so much to choose from—the novel is, after all, 900 some-odd pages. Yet…

“The Dutch Ambassador rolled his eyes and tossed the waffle back over his shoulder—before it struck the ground, a stout, disconcertingly monkey-like dog sprang into the air and snatched it, and began to masticate it—literally—for the sound it made was like a homunculus squatting on the floor muttering, “masticate masticate masticate.”” I originally singled this passage out because it took me back to our high school debates (Garrett, Ross) about which words were and were not onomatopoeias (masticate? ejaculate?). Reading it now, it is twice as funny because Josh illuminated me on the meaning of the homunculus, making the visual that much more disturbing and hilarious. 

Next…

““What did he suppose you and Bob could get done in the real world?”
“Carry messages across battlefields.”
“Was he right?”
“Half right.”
“One of you succeeded, and the other—”
“I didn’t fail. I just found more intelligent ways to use my time.”” A study on how I like any instance of insouciance towards unintelligent figures of authority, of which Jack Shaftoe provides many.

““Thank you—you’ve brought me back to my question: what does the Doctor want?”
“To translate all human knowledge into a new philosophical language, consisting of numbers. To write it down in a vast Encyclopedia that will be a sort of machine, not only for finding old knowledge but for making new, by carrying out certain logical operations on those numbers—and to employ all of this in a great project of bringing religious conflict to an end, and raising Vagabonds up out of squalor and liberating their potential energy—whatever that means.”
“Speaking for myself, I’d like a pot of beer and, later, to have my face trapped between your inner thighs.”
“It’s a big world—perhaps you and the Doctor can both realize your ambitions,” she said after giving the matter some thought.“ Eliza’s my hero.

Looking forward to a winter break during which I can try to read 100 books.

6:44 pm  •  16 December 2010
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"Read the New York Times piece, “What Is It About 20-Somethings?” Feel exposed and humiliated. Share it on your Facebook with the caption: “Um….” Your friends will comment “Too real” and that will be the end of that."

— How to be a 20-something, Thought Catalog.

3:07 pm  •  15 December 2010
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"It feels important to remind ourselves, at this point, that Facebook, our new beloved interface with reality, was designed by a Harvard sophomore with a Harvard sophomore’s preoccupations. What is your relationship status? (Choose one. There can be only one answer. People need to know.) Do you have a “life”? (Prove it. Post pictures.) Do you like the right sort of things? (Make a list. Things to like will include: movies, music, books and television, but not architecture, ideas, or plants.) But here I fear I am becoming nostalgic. I am dreaming of a Web that caters to a kind of person who no longer exists. A private person, a person who is a mystery, to the world and—which is more important—to herself. Person as mystery: this idea of personhood is certainly changing, perhaps has already changed."

—

Zadie Smith on Facebook The New York Review of Books (via somethingchanged)

“A private person, a person who is a mystery, to the world and—which is more important—to herself.” Yes.

(via dreaminginthedeepsouth)

12:35 pm  •  7 November 2010  •  734 notes
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"Soon the season’s change will bring the winter wind,
Suzy, she’ll try to fight it.
But it won’t be long before the cold embrace of a long November will decide it."

— Justin Townes Earle, Black Eyed Suzy (via haylr) Perhaps my favorite JTE song. Add it to the November playlist!

1:32 pm  •  1 November 2010
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"When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused."

— Rainer Maria Rilke (via dreaminginthedeepsouth) Yes yes yes.

5:52 pm  •  22 October 2010  •  96 notes
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