March 2012
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“Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create...”
– Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
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“When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
– A.A. Milne
A man in one of my classes said this quote the other day in response to reading Frankenstein. That sounds strange, but it actually works.
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“Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is...”
– Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (1818)
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hideous-carwreck asked: fun fact in regards to your post about hitler being an artist: his father was the leading downfall to his, for lack of a better word, stray from art. his father harshly discouraged the career of being an artist and told him that hitler 'would be a painter over his dead body', so says adolf. so there's a lesson for parents here as well.
Anonymous asked: i wanna hear your stories around a campfire under the stars on a riverbank. :)
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“Phantasie ist wichtiger als Wissen, denn Wissen ist begrenzt.”
– Albert Einstein
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“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens...”
– East of Eden, John Steinbeck
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“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
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“I am apprenticed to two crafts I can never master: writing and teaching.” - Don Murray
If there’s anything I’ve learned this semester after all of this writing, lesson planning, tutoring, and reading, it’s the truth in that statement. What a hard thing to accept!
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“But it was all a dream: no Eve soothed my sorrows, or shared my thoughts. I was...”
– Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
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Tigers Sometimes Need Their Mothers
Crouching low in the thick grass, her hands and feet pushed against the moist earth as she scavenged for delectable morsels of leafy clovers and only the prettiest of wildflowers. She would look to see if anyone was watching before picking something to eat, and although real bunnies used their mouths to pick up the verdant, summery goodness, the little girl cheated and used her hands before she...
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North Dakota - The Wooden Sky
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“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I...”
– Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
I start reading this this week.
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The Drowning
It was over fast like a rock, small and heavy, falling into the weedy eddy of the Saint Joseph. The water churned and spun, circling in on itself, pulling down wayfaring leaves and tiny twigs ripped off branches by boys along the shore. The baby, with fistfuls of dirt, neared the water’s edge to sprinkle the dark earth and debris across the glassy surface of the dark waters. The rocks sank. The...
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