…don’t tell me I’m not sensitive to beauty. That’s my Achilles’ heel, and don’t you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I’m limp, by God. Anything. ‘Peter Pan.’ Even before the curtain goes up I’m a goddam puddle of tears…
— Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger

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I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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Joseph Heller

Joseph Heller

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A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
— The End of the Affair, Graham Greene. (via their-first-lines)

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theniftyfifties:

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller

theniftyfifties:

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller


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The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
— Neuromancer, William Gibson. (via their-first-lines)

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I have been here before,” I said; I had been there before; first with Sebastian more than twenty years ago on a cloudless day in June, when the ditches were creamy with meadowsweet and the air heavy with all the scents of summer; it was a day of peculiar splendor, and though I had been there so often, in so many moods, it was to that first visit that my heart returned on this, my latest.
— Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh.

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Mary Badham and Gregory Peck on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). The two kept in touch after filming, and she continued to call him Atticus until the day he died.

Mary Badham and Gregory Peck on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). The two kept in touch after filming, and she continued to call him Atticus until the day he died.


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