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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”
    Charles Bukowski, Factotum

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

  • #5
    Kōbō Abe
    “One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.”
    Kōbō Abe, The Woman in the Dunes

  • #6
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

  • #8
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “Music has that power to revive memories, sometimes so intensely that they hurt.”
    Haruki Murakami, Yesterday

  • #11
    Mitch Cullin
    “Something has gone amiss with the world, he found himself thinking. Something has changed in the marrow, and I’m at a loss to make sense of it.”
    Mitch Cullin, A Slight Trick of the Mind

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
    tags: love

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.”
    Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “I could feel her breasts up against my stomach. I wanted a beer real bad.”
    Haruki Murakami, Hear the Wind Sing

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more”
    Franz Kafka, The Castle



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