What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath  (via belongingness)

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
 Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via lovedyoubeautifully)

Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost.
Nicole Krauss (via wordsandlyrics)

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Stephen King, Bag of Bones