not quite write



The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
Haruki Murakami

(Source: larmoyante)


11:07 pm, reblogged from That Kind Of Woman by notquitewrite


ZIMMERN:Is fatherhood the best thing that has happened in your life?
BOURDAIN:Every cliché is true. Everything is true. It’s the best thing that ever happens to you. It completely changes your life. Every minute since the first second that we even suspected that Ottavia was pregnant, every minute of pregnancy, delivery, infancy, every minute, every second has been an unimagined joy. It is constantly amazing to me. It’s so great to not be number one in your own universe anymore, you know. It’s all about the girl now. And that is just a deeply, deeply gratifying thing. My father used to read to me from a hard‑cover copy of Doctor Dolittle. And I remember well as a little boy how I looked forward to that every night, my father sitting down and reading another chapter from Doctor Dolittle. Finally I’m going to go home tonight and read another chapter from Doctor Dolittle to my daughter.
ZIMMERN:We’re doing the same with Winnie-the-Pooh.
BOURDAIN:It is a saccharine sentiment. A while back I read my daughter Winnie‑the‑Pooh, and it had been a long time since I had read the book.
ZIMMERN:What a great f***ing book, right? Brilliant.
BOURDAIN:And I reached the end, where Christopher Robin is dragging the stuffed Winnie up the stairs.
ZIMMERN:I was crying like a baby.
BOURDAIN:I start sobbing. I had forgotten. I had forgotten the whole structure of the story. I had forgotten the most important factor, that he’s actually a stuffed toy. The cruelty of growing up—my daughter is looking at me like, What is the matter with Daddy? He’s going to pieces in front of me. I was f***ing devastated.
02:21 am, reblogged from Fuck Yes, Tony Bourdain! by notquitewrite

04:24 am, by notquitewrite



I know that Christmas is more than a month away, but I can’t friggin wait. Although, I could use about another month to finish writing my thesis so I can finally graduate. Eh.. I’ll just keep daydreaming about the holidays.

I know that Christmas is more than a month away, but I can’t friggin wait. Although, I could use about another month to finish writing my thesis so I can finally graduate. Eh.. I’ll just keep daydreaming about the holidays.

(Source: pinterest.com)

09:25 pm, reblogged from Cape Cod Collegiate by notquitewrite

I’m not sure why it’s such a problem that critics consider the very best of cinema to be something of a stretch, something that they love but to which they also bring a sense of awe and of distance. This very awe, which involves putting surpassingly colossal accomplishments on a sort of mental pedestal, constitutes a formative act of critical consciousness. And it’s important to distinguish between works of art that are close to us because they arouse our deepest personal feelings and those that are close to us because their achievements, splendid though they may be, are more modest, more conceivable—they’re on a plane of accomplishment that doesn’t surpass our conception, doesn’t make us feel small in their shadow.

03:26 am, by notquitewrite

A very good friend shared this with me a few months ago while I was feeling down about myself. Just saw it on my tumblr dashboard and had to repost.

01:21 am, reblogged from  by notquitewrite

bookmania:

from Orlando by Virginia Woolf

bookmania:

from Orlando by Virginia Woolf

11:16 pm, reblogged from Book Mania! by notquitewrite

Sound Advice

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

—Rosemarie Urquico

http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/437516

02:30 am, by notquitewrite

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.

04:21 am, reblogged from Book Mania! by notquitewrite

thedecorista:

all i want for christmas…

thedecorista:

all i want for christmas…

10:56 pm, reblogged from decorista daydreams by notquitewrite



fuckyeahdisneymoments:

Oh, the cleverness of me.

fuckyeahdisneymoments:

Oh, the cleverness of me.

03:47 am, reblogged from Fuck Yeah Disney Moments by notquitewrite

The first draft of anything is shit.
Ernest Hemingway (via bookmania)

04:16 pm, reblogged from Book Mania! by notquitewrite

12:46 pm, reblogged from Book Enthusiast GO! by notquitewrite

bookmania:

“Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.” — Karl Lagerfeld

bookmania:

“Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.” — Karl Lagerfeld

10:47 pm, reblogged from Book Mania! by notquitewrite

Adding to my personal reading list:

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Call It Sleep by Henry Roth

02:03 am, by notquitewrite