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  • #1
    Albert Camus
    “There is not love of life without despair about life.”
    Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “I carry the bars within me.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    Janet Frame
    “I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and in charge of the world, with little hope of anyone usurping or challenging its authority. A shot of light in the face of a poor waking human being and another slave limps wounded into the light-occupied territory.”
    Janet Frame, Daughter Buffalo

  • #7
    Alejandra Pizarnik
    “Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors”
    Alejandra Pizarnik

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #10
    Janet Frame
    “Much of living is an attempt to preserve oneself by annexing and occupying others.”
    Janet Frame, Faces in the Water

  • #11
    Iris Murdoch
    “But I had come to where I had never been before, the blessed point of sufficient desperation.”
    Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea



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