Sublime

everyone has a voice.

Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in w

To write the present is to believe in the future.

The technological form lends itself to the aphoristic, the boiled down. Identify and discuss.

it was possible to use words to describe the world so that the world seemed plausible.

it was possible to be in a dreadful situation and find a respite from events through putting down words.

A mother’s heroic journey is not about how she leaves, but about how she stays.

Every day, unthinkingly, our lives can slip through our fingers in a cascade of computer code. Texts are like footprints in sand. By evening the tide has come in, and we are left alone.