Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
I tell myself she was a luxury, like fruit out of season, lucky to have but temporary.
Philipp Meyer • The Son
sadness as the consequence of too much plenty:
D. T. Max • Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace
Survival might be insufficient, she’d told Dieter in late-night arguments, but on the other hand, so was Shakespeare.
Emily St. John Mandel • Station Eleven
silvery as inverted icicles. She has never inhaled such fecund
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
he would need shoes if he was to return.
Joan Didion • The Year of Magical Thinking (Vintage International)
