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Ernest signaled the waiter to replenish the daiquiris. Looking at my littered plate, he gave me a puzzled look. “Why’d you leave the shrimp heads? That’s the best part.” He picked one up and crunched it happily. I crunched one but not happily.
A. E. Hotchner • Hemingway in Love: His Own Story
I did not at that time know Emily Dickinson’s great definition, her ‘Publication is not the business of poets’; being a poet is all, being known as a poet is nothing. The onanistic literary picture of myself
John Fowles • The Magus (Vintage Classics)
Writing/Fiction
Bhargav Varshney • 4 cards
Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”
George Saunders's Advice to Graduates
Nancy Reagan might be helpful, too. She had many gay friends. (She even had a lesbian godmother—the silent screen star, Alla Nazimova.)
Lillian Faderman • The Gay Revolution: The Story of the Struggle
Loitering, as you know, means fucking off, or doing jack shit, or jacking off, and given that two of those three terms have sexual connotations, it’s no great imaginative leap to know that it is a repressed and repressive (sexual and otherwise) culture, at least, that invented and criminalized the concept. Someone reading this might very well keel ... See more
Ross Gay • Loitering Is Delightful - The Paris Review
Nightwood by Djuna Barnes
Mike Hobson • 4 cards