Kyle Thomas Hemingway: The ephemera edit

An ongoing digital archive of 1,364 items (and counting) proving that I read, I saw, and I actually paid attention.

Collection

Fiction

  • Rules of Civility

    by Amor Towles

    “For better or worse, there are few things so disarming as one who laughs well at her own expense.”

  • Rebecca

    by Daphne du Maurier

    “The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

  • On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

    by Ocean Vuong

    “Remember: The rules, like streets, can only take you to known places.”

  • The Grass Harp, including A Tree of Night and Other Stories

    by Truman Capote

    “It may be that there is no place for any of us. Except we know there is somewhere; and if we found it, but lived there only a moment, we could count ourselves blessed.”

  • The Loved One: An Anglo-American Tragedy

    by Evelyn Waugh

    “Who asked you to the funeral anyway? Were you acquainted with the late parrot?”

  • The Plague

    by Albert Camus (translated by Stuart Gilbert)

    “I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.”

  • A Handful of Dust

    by Evelyn Waugh

    “It would be a dull world if we all thought alike.”