Word Art 000

I like it when people put words together nicely. The order, the combinations, the beat--it's art. 

I have a Moleskine I carry with me everywhere that I call my quote book. It's filled with cut-outs from books and newspapers and magazines of word art that I like; pieces of writing I want to remember and analyze and reverse engineer to figure out how the hell they did it.  

The closing paragraph to A River Runs Through It is the first piece of literature I ever memorized to heart not because a teacher told me to, but because I wanted to keep it with me. It's what inspired the quote book. Future "Word Art" posts will highlight some of the best I keep in those pages. Here's the first: 


"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters."

A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean.