“I doubt we talked about Italian Renaissance painting as we walked down the gravel path away from the library…but surely there was talk, miles of it in an instant, like a fast train that kept picking up speed, passing scene after blurry scene as we raced toward a destination we didn’t know, couldn’t know, on that first day, a day that contained all our days together and all the days after that, because your soul knows everything about a new love before you do.”
-Hilton Als, “Finding a Family of Boys”
“There is something feckless about a writer’s journals. They are a specialist’s document, and those who parse their pages are like grooming baboons, searching for fleas.”
The Simile Museum 