Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labelled ‘file and forget’, and I can neither file nor forget.
—Ralph Ellison (via wordpainting)
William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, photographed by Allen Ginsberg in his East Village living room, 1953; from ‘Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg,’ an exhibition organized by the National Gallery of Art and on view at NYU’s Grey Art Gallery until April 6, 2013.
My life is a reading list.
—John Irving; A Prayer for Owen Meany (via wordpainting)