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For Daisy, for being there from the beginning. And for Henry, for promising to stay until the end. — Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors
To my family, blood and spirit— All ghosts are queer. — Your Love Is Not Good by Johanna Hedva
For my mother and father. Please don’t read this. — Boy Parts by Eliza Clark
To all of you who dance with me in the circle of love— To Anthony with whom I whirl and whirl and whirl — communion by bell hooks
We didn’t follow a playbook. We followed our instincts.
Reflecting on them has been the first step to dreaming bigger.
My career is a story of being drawn to studying people who were doing the thing they were meant to do.
Taste and touch—knowing what’s good, knowing what’s right, knowing what you want—evolve into essential, tactical skills that remain solely the privile
a principle is not a principle until it costs you something.
We’re all in this world for so little time. It’s a glimpse of a particle of a millisecond. One day, we think about something we want to do. The next d
you make good work when you let your guard down.
The thing to do is to be undeterred by trivial things, have conviction in our world view, and simultaneously be nimble enough to react to important ch
the answer wasn’t to coast or climb higher. It was to begin again
nearly everything worth paying attention to was made by someone who cared deeply about their craft. Caring enough to pursue mastery over years is how
At this level, good writing is assumed; the goal is to help them acquire the technical means to become defiantly and joyfully themselves.
Creating your own luck is an audacity game.
Intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.
But unlike irony and satire, taste is earnest. It doesn’t like to fake it and it can’t be too far removed from reality.
Taste honors someone’s standards of quality, but also the distinctive way the world bounces off a person. It reflects what they know about how the wor
The question of swimming or not is not really about the water; it’s about doing or not doing things – things that are pleasant, joyful, and right for
It was overcast and smelled like the ocean and eucalyptus.
I'm not sure why you won't find writing like that in dictionaries these days, but you won't.
Like relishing embarrassment and pride alike, and having flowers around.
But as a writer you have to be willing to say, Yeah, that’s not good enough, over and over and over again.
Friction eroded poor execution and clumsy ideas until something simpler and more elegant was revealed.
The root of the word essay comes from the French essayer, meaning “to try.”
“Man, sometimes it takes you a long time to sound like yourself.”
That return, to me, is important, and that that exists is a reason for me to do the work that I’m doing. I can’t really put words to it. It’s just a f
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” — David Foster Wallace
What I mean is that with its blunt authority the New Oxford definition of "pathos" -- "a quality that evokes pity or sadness" -- shuts down the conver
It is the decision to let yourself be undone by what draws you in.
I think that overlap, that shared percentage of language, is the real definition of velocity.
The ideal isn’t to erase the difference between design and engineering. Each side has its depth, taste, and craft. The goal is simpler: maintain a sha
I really believe that a piece of design should reward the second look, the slow encounter. Wit and beauty are the hooks, but subtlety is what keeps pe