"Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top.
At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles—a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other—that kept me going."
— Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary
4:35 pm • 6 December 2013
"… I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center."
— Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano
8:31 pm • 5 December 2013
Clary leaning over the railing viewing San Salvatore.
Lugano, Ticino, Switzerland, June 22, 1921
[From the Swedish National Heritage Board]
4:39 pm • 5 December 2013
The edge of the world.
Lionel Lindsay (1874-1961), from Etching and other graphic arts, by George T. Plowman, New York, 1922.
11:35 am • 5 December 2013
"She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound."
— Raymond Chandler, The Raymond Chandler Papers: Selected Letters and Nonfiction 1909-1959
4:32 pm • 4 December 2013
A man and his dog on the Overhanging Rock in Yosemite National Park, May 1924.
Photograph by Educational-Bruce Photograph
8:30 pm • 3 December 2013