n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
I’ve been trying this week to Imagine Others Complexly.
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A little boy… sent me a charming card with a little drawing. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
— from Maurice Sendak’s 2011 interview with Terry Gross. [Fresh Air via @LettersOfNote]
” —(Source: maureenjohnsonbooks)
“I’m gonna have to shoot this at a wide angle so we don’t offend our younger viewers, but trust me, it’s very dirty.” — John Green Out of Context (via my submission to johngreenoutofcontext)
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Surviving in Bushwick.
Strand Bookstore: Home of 18 miles of new, used, rare & out of print… Reminds me of Powel’s.
“It’s my party! Why didn’t I get motorboated by a stripper?!”
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