Nancy Horan
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.Collection: Memories
I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.Collection: Culture
I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving FrankCollection: Rivers
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.Collection: Focus
It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.Collection: Wonderful
What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.Collection: Book
I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.Collection: Reading
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.Collection: Effort
It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.Collection: Self
In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.Collection: Life
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.Collection: I Love You
I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.Collection: Love