This has been a strange creative experience that should be explained, if only so that children who want to be writers when they grow up will know how insatiable and abrasive the writing habit can be.
|—||Gabriel García Márquez, trans. Edith Grossman, in the prologue to “Strange Pilgrims” (via fortyearlymornings)|
I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.
|—||Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via thesecretbooksociety)|
We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
|—||Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via booksquoteslove)|