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  • #1
    Woody Allen
    “I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.”
    Woody Allen

  • #2
    Jasmine Warga
    “I will be stronger than my sadness.”
    Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

  • #3
    Osamu Dazai
    “I thought, “I want to die. I want to die more than ever before. There’s no chance now of a recovery. No matter what sort of thing I do, no matter what I do, it’s sure to be a failure, just a final coating applied to my shame. That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves—it was not for the likes of me. All that can happen now is that one foul, humiliating sin will be piled on another, and my sufferings will become only the more acute. I want to die. I must die. Living itself is the source of sin.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #4
    Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
    “I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to strangle me in my sleep?”
    Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Rashōmon and Seventeen Other Stories

  • #5
    Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
    “I could wish for nothing more than to die for a childish dream in which I truly believed.”
    Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mandarins: Stories

  • #6
    Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
    “A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.”
    Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Rashomon and Other Stories

  • #7
    Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
    “It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.”
    Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Rashōmon and Seventeen Other Stories

  • #8
    Osamu Dazai
    “This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.”
    Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun

  • #9
    Osamu Dazai
    “I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #10
    Osamu Dazai
    “Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

    Everything passes.

    That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.

    Everything passes.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #11
    Osamu Dazai
    “The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #12
    Osamu Dazai
    “Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer "Nothing." The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #13
    Osamu Dazai
    “I have always shook with fright before human beings. Unable as I was to feel the least particle of confidence in my ability to speak and act like a human being, I kept my solitary agonies locked in my breast. I kept my melancholy and my agitation hidden, careful lest any trace should be left exposed. I feigned an innocent optimism; I gradually perfected myself in the role of the farcical eccentric.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #14
    Osamu Dazai
    “Last year nothing happened
    The year before nothing happened
    And the year before that nothing
    happened.”
    Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun

  • #15
    Osamu Dazai
    “For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #16
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #17
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #18
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I drink to make other people more interesting.”
    Hemingway, Ernest

  • #19
    Avon Gale
    “You’re rich? There’s a choice between gay and rich? When did you make that? I don’t remember being given the options.”
    Avon Gale, Breakaway

  • #20
    Onley James
    “Felix was his favorite part of the day. He felt like he was holding his breath until Felix sauntered in like he owned the place in whatever insane get-up he’d put together, dropping his stuff on his desk, ignoring the stares, regal as a fucking prince.”
    Onley James, Mad Man

  • #21
    Jaclyn Osborn
    “Self-sacrifice isn’t like you at all. Where’s that annoying, cocky-as-fuck demon I love to hate?” “He died that day on the beach when you held a blade to his throat,” I said. “I still remember the way you looked, covered in blood and sweat. Messy bangs falling into your face. You were beautiful and devastating. I knew right then you’d be my undoing.”
    Jaclyn Osborn, Bellamy

  • #22
    Jaclyn Osborn
    “snatched a grape off his plate and ate it. “Thief,” he said.”
    Jaclyn Osborn, Bellamy

  • #23
    Eden Finley
    “Damon’s friendly demeanor is back. “In that case, welcome to the circus that is our family.”
    Eden Finley, Football Royalty

  • #24
    Eden Finley
    “Loving two men in the age of love is love shouldn’t be as scandalous as it will be, but it will be manageable. I promise you.”
    Eden Finley, Can't Say Goodbye

  • #25
    Anna Zabo
    “I wanted to lob my mug at him,”
    Anna Zabo, Scoreless Game

  • #26
    “Andrew Joseph Minyard, what the flying fuck have you done this time?”
    Nora Sakavic, The Raven King

  • #27
    “Did you have any plans to do anything?" Matt finally thought to ask Neil. "Besides the obvious, I mean." Neil wasn't sure if Matt meant Exy or Andrew.”
    Nora Sakavic, The King's Men

  • #28
    “​Jeremy would be lucky to know his own name when Jean was standing between his legs like this.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

  • #29
    “​“I like pink,” Cat said. “Laila’s is purple. What about you?” ​Jean frowned as he thought it over, gaze drifting over the assortment of clothes piled in their shopping cart. At last he settled on the only one that made sense: “Brown.” It was not the answer Cat was expecting, judging by her reaction, but Jean didn’t waste his time explaining. Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven



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