“She hoped that although he could not hear her she could somehow imprint her ordinary love upon his memory through all eternity, hoped he would rise thinking of her, we were each other, we were each other, not that it mattered much in the long run but what else mattered as much.” —river run, joan didion, page 264. (via jessicaxmaria)
This Morning, In Bed
- Me: I wonder what Huey Lewis is up to.
- J: He's in the news.
“The funny part of it all is that you have to come to New York to appreciate the virtues of a small town just as you have to go to college to learn how easily you can do without at B.A.” —Dawn Powell, in a letter to her friend Charlotte Johnson, December 6, 1918. (from Selected Letters of Dawn Powell)
I never, ever, ever want to hear Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock and Roll” ever again.