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“Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.”
― Margaret Atwood

“There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?”
― David Foster Wallace

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”
― Philip Larkin, High Windows

“Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.”
― Philip Larkin

“It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.”
― Philip Larkin

“Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimacy. All art draws its origin from an exceptional fault, each work is the implementation of this original fault, from which comes a risky plenitude and new light.”
― Maurice Blanchot

“All of us have two minds, a private one, which is usually strange, I guess, and symbolic, and a public one, a social one. Most of us stream back and forth between those two minds, drifting around in our private self and then coming forward into the public self whenever we need to. But sometimes you get a little slow making the transition, you drag out the private part of your life and people know you’re doing it. They almost always catch on, knowing that someone is standing before them thinking about things that can’t be shared, like the one monkey that knows where a freshwater pond is. And sometimes the public mind is such a total bummer and the private self is alive with beauty and danger and secrets and things that don’t make any sense but that repeat and repeat and demand to be listened to, and you find it harder and harder to come forward. The pathway between those two states of mind suddenly seems very steep, a hell of a lot of work and not really worth it. Then I think it becomes a matter of what side of the great divide you get caught on. Some people get stuck on the public, approved side and they’re all right, for what it’s worth. And some people get stuck on the completely strange and private side of the divide, and that’s what we call crazy and its not really completely wrong to call it that but it doesn’t say it as it truly is. It’s more like a lack of mobility, a transportation problem, getting stuck, being the us we are in private but not stopping…”
― Scott Spencer

“O femeie (88)
Există o femeie. S-a îndrăgostit de mine. Nu ne potrivim. Acest lucru uneori e deranjant, alteori nu. Cînd e deranjant, o urăsc, iar ea mă adoră
insuportabil de strident. în asemenea situaţii are şoldurile groase şi cochetează cu ele. In asemenea situaţii are buzele late şi o mentalitate vulgară, curul îi este teşit, respiraţia acră. Tot ceea ce altă dată era agerime, acum e doar abilitate. Tot ceea ce altădată era
un discernămînt sensibil, acum e doar un simplu arivism, complexitatea comportamentală, profundele şi multiplele nuanţe devin superficialitate, mirosul neplăcut al unui parfum scump şi rar — să nu mă ascund după deget —, un miros de căcat, iar dezinvoltura amuzantă e acum un comportament de zurbagiu.
Umorul fin — cabotinaj. Drăgălăşenia — o alintare pisicească. Exigenţa, brutalitate, veselia, bufonerie,
indispoziţia, îmbufnare, privirea însufleţită, neastîmpăr.
Şi aşa mai departe, orice. Cînd nu mă deranjează, atunci eu: sînt mort după ea, gîfîi însufleţit, dacă o privesc mi se înmoaie genunchii, îmi transpiră palmele şi simt că mi-a pus Dumnezeu mîna-n cap că o asemenea femeie mă onorează cu atenţia, iar ea: suportă
totul cu îngăduinţă. Are nişte sîni ca o adolescentă răscoaptă. Şoldurile ei, asemenea cotului Dunării (înainte de hidrocentrală). Partea dintre coapse
pîrleşte iarba. Pielea nu-i acoperită cu pete de bătrînete, e decorativă. Buzele ei au o viaţă aparte, clocotesc, nu zmeură, nu fruct, ci gust şi culoare (eleganţă, foc, ca de obicei). Privirea-i provoacă furnicături. Nici vorbă ca mersul să-i fie crispat, dimpotrivă, e un zbor
lin. în ziua de azi abia dacă mai sînt femei care să umble astfel. în urma paşilor ei renaşte o întreagă lume,
se înalţă cartiere, alei, corsouri, esplanade, serate, saloane,
terase, platouri, şampanii.”
― Péter Esterházy

“Nu o să mă satur în veci: când îmi place o fată, vreau să mă îndrăgostesc de ea; când sunt îndrăgostit de ea, vreau s-o sărut; când o sărut, vreau să mă culc cu ea; când mă culc cu ea, vreau să trăim împreună într-un apartament mobilat; când trăim împreună într-un apartament mobilat,
vreau să mă însor cu ea; după ce mă însor cu ea, întâlnesc o altă fată care îmi place. Bărbatul este un animal nesatisfăcut, care ezită între mai multe frustrări. Dacă femeile ar fi şmechere, l-ar refuza, ca să alerge după ele toată viaţa.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“Sa fugi de tine o zi, doua, douazeci nu e usor, dar nici imposibil. Faci matematici sau marxism ca S.T.H., faci sionism ca Winkler, citesti carti ca mine, umbli dupa femei sau joci sah, sau te dai cu capul de pereti. Dar intr-o zi, intr-un minut de neatentie, te intalnesti cu tine insuti la un colt de suflet, cum te-ai intalni la un colt de strada cu un creditor de care te-ai ferit zadarnic. Dai ochii cu tine si atunci intelegi cat de inutile sunt toate evadarile din aceasta inchisoare fara ziduri, fara porti si fara gratii, din aceasta inchisoare care este insasi viata ta.”
― Mihail Sebastian, De două mii de ani; Cum am devenit huligan

“Mona, tu eşti un animal de lux. Eşti făcută din puţin parfum, din multă lene, din oarecare fantezie.”
― Mihail Sebastian, Steaua fără nume

“Singura veste bună: nefericirea te face să slăbeşti. Nimeni nu menţionează acest regim, care este totuşi cel mai eficace dintre toate. Depresia care te Subţiază. Cântăriţi cu câteva kile în plus? Divorţaţi, îndrăgostiţi-vă de cineva care nu vă iubeşte, trăiţi singuri şi rumegaţi-vă tristeţea cât e ziulica de lungă. Excesul ponderal va dispărea mintenaş, ca zăpada la soare. Vă veţi regăsi trupul zvelt, de care vă veţi putea bucura — dacă scăpaţi teferi.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder

“A seduce o fată înseamnă mai ales a reduce distanţele. Trebuie să reuşeşti să câştigi teren, centimetru cu centimetru, fără ca să se bage de seamă prea mult. Dacă vezi o fată care îţi place, trebuie să te apropii de ea (la 2 metri). Dacă îţi place şi de la distanţa asta, începi să vorbeşti cu ea (la l metru). Dacă zâmbeşte când îi înşiri balivernele tale, o inviţi să danseze sau să bea ceva (la 50 de centimetri). Apoi, te aşezi lângă ea (la 30 de centimetri). Cum încep să-i strălucească ochii, trebuie să-i aranjezi cu grijă o şuviţă după ureche (la 15 centimetri). Dacă te lasă să-i aranjezi părul, vorbeşte-i puţin mai de aproape (la 8 centimetri). Dacă respiră mai puternic, lipeşte-ţi buzele de ale ei. Scopul acestei strategii este, evident, să obţii o distanţă negativă prin pătrunderea unui corp străin în interio-l acestei persoane (la aproximativ minus 12 centimetri, conform mediei naţionale).”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“Dragostea durează cât trebuie să dureze. Dar, dacă vrei să dureze, cred că trebuie să te obişnuieşti cu gândul că o să te plictiseşti ca la carte. Trebuie să-ţi găseşti persoana cu care ai chef să-ţi împarţi lehamitea. De vreme ce pasiunea eternă nu există, măcar să căutăm o plictiseală agreabilă.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“L'amour le plus fort est celui qui n'est pas partagé. J'aurais préféré ne jamais le savoir, mais telle est la vérité: il n'y a rien de pire que d'aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas - et en même temps c'est la chose la plus belle qui me soit
jamais arrivée. Aimer quelqu'un qui vous aime aussi, c'est du narcissisme. Aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas,ça, c'est de l'amour.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“Tu connais la différence entre l'amour et l'herpès ? L'herpès dure toute la vie.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“J'ai mis longtemps à admettre que je ne m'étais marié que pour les autres, que le mariage n'est pas quelque chose
que l'on fait pour soi-même. On se marie pour énerver ses amis ou faire plaisir à ses parents, souvent les deux,
parfois l'inverse”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans - Le roman suivi du scénario du film

“Il faut se décider; ou bien on vit avec quelqu'un, ou bien on le désire. On ne peut pas désirer ce qu'on a, c'est contre nature.”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans - Le roman suivi du scénario du film

“ Quand on ment, qu'on dit à une femme qu'on l'aime, on peut croire qu'on ment, mais quelque chose nous a poussé à le lui dire, par conséquent c'est vrai. ” (Raymond Radiguet)”
― Frédéric Beigbeder, L'amour dure trois ans

“After four movies, three concerts, and two-and-a-half museums, you sleep with him. It seems the right number of cultural events.”
― Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this," he says.

Say: "Hey. I am a very cool person. I am tough." Show him your bicep.”
― Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

“It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.”
― Saul Bellow

“Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?" ...Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, "We hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay.”
― Charles M. Schulz

“I think I've discovered the secret of life -- you just hang around until you get used to it.”
― Charles Schultz