“It no longer occurs to me to query the use of four-letter words, even when they are used gratuitously, as in “I missed the fucking bus.” I used to be a prude, but now I am a ruined woman. We had a discussion in the copy department a few weeks ago about how to style the euphemism: Shall it be “f”-word,” f word, f-word, “F” word, F word, or F-word? I don’t like any of them. Fuck euphemisms. Get on the goddam fucking bus.”—Mary Norris on profanity in The New Yorker: http://nyr.kr/OArE2z (via newyorker)
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”—Remembering Nora Ephron , who passed away last night at the age of 71, with her most timeless words on women, love, happiness, reading, life, and death
In no uncertain terms, Eddie Vedder has been, is now, and will always be able to get it. Ugh. Pearl Jam opened up for U2 when I saw them AGES ago and I cried because it was 2 of my favorite bands in one gorgeous place. :0|
I can’t even begin to describe the untold thousands of dollars I’ve spent seeing Pearl Jam and Ed’s solo shows all over the globe over the years. Ed - anytime, anywhere. Always.
loved the film! the book should probably come with a prescription for prozac. couldn’t get though it, as it made me practically suicidal.
Agreed. Yates is a powerful writer, but everything of his is cloaked in a pervasive melancholy. Reminds me of Styron, in that I have great memories of the books, but no desire to revisit the dark places.