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“I knew every raindrop by its name.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus' Son

“If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“In the evening I finished reading a book, and because I was feeling so alone, I buried the book on the edge of the forest with a borrowed spade.”
― Werner Herzog, Conquest of the Useless: Reflections from the Making of Fitzcarraldo

“Both noun (eusebia) and verb (sebizo) derive from the Greek root seb-, which refers to the awe that radiates from gods to humans and is given back as worship. Everything related to this root has fear in it.”
― Sophocles, Antigone

“he came to know the god intimately and the strange mad flower of his mind dripped in the dark”
― Sophocles, Antigone

“Sophokles is a playwright fascinated in general by people who say no, people who resist compromise, people who make stumbling blocks of themselves, like Antigone or Ajax.”
― Aeschylus, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides

“You have used me strangely.”
― Aeschylus, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides

“Yet again, isn’t there something terrible in randomness—the idea that at the very bottom of its calculations, real depravity has no master plan of any kind, it’s just a dreamy whim that slides out of people when they are trapped or bored or too lazy to analyze their own mania.”
― Aeschylus, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides

“Here he lies like something melting away. His mother’s blood comes quaking howling brassing bawling blacking down his mad little veins.”
― Aeschylus, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides

“Look at him, look how he drips unhealth—shudder object!”
― Aeschylus, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides

“They did attack our herds: you could have seen a woman pull a calf to pieces as it bellowed alive in her bare hands!”
― Euripides, Bakkhai

“A real human being, however profoundly we sympathize with him, is in large part perceived by our senses, that is to say, remains opaque to us, presents a dead weight which our sensibility cannot lift.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.”
― Homer, The Iliad