I watched an old couple sitting together at the movie theater the other night. They weren’t doing anything particularly remarkable, but I couldn’t stop looking over at them. Maybe it was something in the way the man would explain what was happening—the woman couldn’t hear very well, but she was so…
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”—Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via larmoyante)
“I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.”—Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via marycwells)
"She didn’t see this as a failure, however, but more as a miscalculation. She likened it to how you eventually develop an ability to breathe underwater: it takes a few tries, but you’re no longer restricted to resurfacing."