Initially regarded as a housewife whose writing was domestic and boring, elusive perfection drove Canadian to literary stardom
"The pressure of cramped conditions may create the determination to break free, to gain some sort of mastery; but if you try this, you’d better do it well. Otherwise those who have laughed at you will laugh even harder, since an ice dancer who tries a triple axel and falls on her behind is hilarious."
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough…
What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don’t forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?
—― Alice Steinbach, Educating Alice: Adventures of a Curious Woman (via katuriankaturiankaturian)
Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road. (via jaspersavage)