“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
David Foster Wallace book The Pale King
Source: The Pale King (2011)
Source: Clockwork Princess
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
David Foster Wallace book The Pale King
Source: The Pale King (2011)
Hayley Williams (1988) American singer-songwriter and musician
About the Fayley's during the tour with the band No Doubt http://everythingintime.com/tag/hayley-williams
Stephen Chbosky book The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Variant: I don't want to be somebody's crush. if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what they think i am. And i don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so i can feel it too. - Sam
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Jeanne Birdsall (1951) American children's writer
Source: The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy
George Hendrik Breitner (1857–1923) Dutch painter and photographer
translation from the original Dutch, Fons Heijnsbroek <br class="br">version in original Dutch (citaat van Breitner's brief, in het Nederlands:) 't is al allerheerlijkst voor me, dat ik zoo midden in Amsterdam woon. In een oogenblik kun je ergens gaan eten en weer 't huis zijn. Je hoeft nooit op de tram te gaan staan. 't is niet verder dan een minuut of zeven van de Dam. dat is voor mij zoo ongewoon en zoo prettig. Ik loop er heen, dag in en uit.. ..'t raam [van het atelier] is ongeveer 2.25 m breed en hoog, en daaronder een staand raam van zelfde breedte. <br class="br">Quote of Breitner in his letter from Amsterdam, 11 May 1893, to Herman van der Weele; from the original letter in the RKD-Archive, The Hague https://rkd.nl/explore/excerpts/1154 <br class="br">1890 - 1900
David Bowie (1947–2016) British musician, actor, record producer and arranger
Livewire interview (2002)
Context: Strangely, some songs you really don't want to write. I didn't like writing "Heathen". There was something so ominous and final about it. It was early in the morning, the sun was rising and through the windows I could see two deer grazing down below in the field. In the distance a car was driving slowly past the reservoir and these words were just streaming out and there were tears running down my face. But I couldn't stop, they just flew out. It's an odd feeling, like something else is guiding you, although forcing your hand is more like it.