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  • #1
    Homer
    “Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier;
    I have seen worse sights than this.”
    Homer, The Odyssey

  • #2
    Charlotte Brontë
    “It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"

    I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still.

    "Because, he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #3
    Frank O'Hara
    “Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
    Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #5
    Donna Tartt
    “Because I don’t care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life is a catastrophe. The basic fact of existence – of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do – is a catastrophe. Forget all this ridiculous ‘Our Town’ nonsense everyone talks: the miracle of a newborn babe, the joy of one simple blossom, Life You Are Too Wonderful To Grasp, &c. For me – and I’ll keep repeating it doggedly till I die, till I fall over on my ungrateful nihilistic face and am too weak to say it: better never born, than born into this cesspool. Sinkhole of hospital beds, coffins, and broken hearts. No release, no appeal, no “do-overs” to employ a favored phrase of Xandra’s, no way forward but age and loss, and no way out but death.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
    tags: life

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel.”
    Haruki Murakami, After Dark

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.”
    Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.”
    Haruki murakami , After Dark

  • #9
    Ernest Hemingway
    “The first draft of anything is shit.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #10
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #11
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #12
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."
    Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
    Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
    tags: love

  • #13
    Ernest Hemingway
    “It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

  • #14
    Ernest Hemingway
    “If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.”
    Ernest Hemingway
    tags: love

  • #15
    Ernest Hemingway
    “When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

  • #16
    Ernest Hemingway
    “We are all broken—that’s how the light gets in.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #17
    Ernest Hemingway
    “We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Wild Years

  • #18
    Ernest Hemingway
    “This is a good place," he said.
    "There's a lot of liquor," I agreed.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

  • #19
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #20
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #21
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden
    tags: love

  • #22
    Ernest Hemingway
    “You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

  • #23
    James Joyce
    “Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #24
    James Joyce
    “I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #25
    James Joyce
    “What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawer of water, watercarrier, returning to the range, admire?

    Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator's projection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific exceeding 8000 fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard: the independence of its units: the variability of states of sea: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides: its subsidence after devastation: its sterility in the circumpolar icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its climatic and commercial significance: its preponderance of 3 to 1 over the dry land of the globe: its indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the multisecular stability of its primeval basin: its luteofulvous bed: its capacity to dissolve and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of tons of the most precious metals: its slow erosions of peninsulas and islands, its persistent formation of homothetic islands, peninsulas and downwardtending promontories: its alluvial deposits: its weight and volume and density: its imperturbability in lagoons and highland tarns: its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones: its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north and south equatorial courses: its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air, distillation of dew: the simplicity of its composition, two constituent parts of hydrogen with one constituent part of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the waters of the Dead Sea: its persevering penetrativeness in runnels, gullies, inadequate dams, leaks on shipboard: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, nourishing vegetation: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow, hail: its strength in rigid hydrants: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and atolls and archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal estuaries and arms of sea: its solidity in glaciers, icebergs, icefloes: its docility in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power stations, bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its utility in canals, rivers, if navigable, floating and graving docks: its potentiality derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses falling from level to level: its submarine fauna and flora (anacoustic, photophobe), numerically, if not literally, the inhabitants of the globe: its ubiquity as constituting 90 percent of the human body: the noxiousness of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the waning moon.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #26
    James Joyce
    “The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #27
    James Joyce
    “Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #28
    Elizabeth Bishop
    “The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seemed filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster”
    Elizabeth Bishop, The Complete Poems 1927-1979

  • #29
    James Joyce
    “Alone, what did Bloom feel?
    The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #30
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions



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