Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it.
—Mark Twain (via libraryland)
—Mark Twain (via libraryland)
—Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
(Source: thelastenglishrose)
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via catback-)
—Henry Miller