Thinking About How When I Started The Brothers Karamazov And Had Only Read The First Couple Chapters

Manhattan is a Lenape Word, Natalie Diaz | Winter Without You, Sarah Kay 

[ Text ID: It is December and we must be brave. / It is December and nobody asked if I was ready. ] 

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated 14 August 1918

Takuboku Ishikawa, from a diary entry featured in Romaji Diary and Sad Toys

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

“They were only speaking the part of god that they themselves could glimpse. And this truth was only as small as they themselves were small.”

— Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Text ID: Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while…

Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

Nikki Giovanni and James Baldwin

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934