"I’ll be home soon. Write me please. I’m sad most of the time. Awful lonely too isn’t it. (I hope youre dying) BECAUSE I AM."
(Source: misshenzel)
"What’s she look like? Was she pretty?” “She had the most lovely hands, like ivory. She took such good care of them."
East of Eden (1955)
"Abra: Why is he so lonely all the time?
Aron: He wants to be.
Abra: Nobody wants to be lonely all the time."
East of Eden (1955)
"The human race is just a chemical scum on a moderate-sized planet, orbiting around a very average star in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies. We are so insignificant that I can’t believe the whole universe exists for our benefit. That would be like saying that you would disappear if I closed my eyes."
(via crookedindifference)
"Never express yourself more clearly than you are able to think."
Niels Bohr
(Source: expose-the-light)
"After all, what nobler thought can one cherish than that the universe lives within us all?"
(Source: the-star-stuff)
Atacama Starry Nights: Episode I
"I am driven by two main philosophies, know more about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you."
(Source: crookedindifference)
"I would request that my body, in death, be buried, not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna throughout my life."
Neil deGrasse Tyson, “The Poetry of Science”
… I look up at the night sky and I know that, yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the universe is big—but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity. That’s really what you want in life. You want to feel connected. You want to feel relevant. You want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings-on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive.
Postscript: “Maurice Sendak: Every Shadow Mattered,” by Adam Gopnik
For more from the New Yorker on Maurice Sendak, read Cynthia Zarin’s Profile of Sendak, from 2006; Nat Hentoff’s, from 1966; a Storyboard, from 1993; “Max at Sea,” a story by Dave Eggers, from 2009; and “Maurice Sendak, 1928-2012: The Poet of the Stoop,” by Amy Davidson.
