JOURNAL SYLVIA PLATH I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and […]
Below me was the abyss.
I am a believer, but I am also an ecclesiastical exile.
For anyone who has woken to bitterness and misery in the small hours.
THE CRACK-UP F. Scott Fitzgerald Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work-the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside-the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don’t show […]