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  • #1
    “But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him.
    “That doesn't matter.”
    “What does?” I asked, after a little while.
    “Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

  • #2
    Rupi Kaur
    “Every time you
    tell your daughter
    you yell at her
    out of love
    you teach her to confuse
    anger with kindness
    which seems like a good idea
    till she grows up to
    trust men who hurt her
    cause they look so much
    like you.”
    Rupi Kaur

  • #3
    Alan             Moore
    “All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #6
    “Disappear Here.
    The syringe fills with blood.
    You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.
    Wonder if he's for sale.
    People are afraid to merge. To merge.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

  • #7
    “I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

  • #8
    “People are afraid to merge.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

  • #9
    Alan             Moore
    Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985

    Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

    The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

    The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #10
    “remember,
    you were a writer
    before
    you ever
    put
    pen to paper.
    just because you were not writing
    externally.
    does not mean you were not writing
    internally.”
    Nayyirah Waheed

  • #11
    “I just have to be smarter than my own mind.”
    Gregory Galloway, As Simple as Snow

  • #12
    “Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.”
    Gregory Galloway, As Simple as Snow

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “What happens when people open their hearts?"
    "They get better.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #17
    Philip Larkin
    “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

  • #18
    Warsan Shire
    “every mouth you’ve ever kissed
    was just practice
    all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
    and ploughed in to
    were preparing you for me.
    i don’t mind tasting them in the
    memory of your mouth
    they were a long hall way
    a door half open
    a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
    was it a long journey?
    did it take you long to find me?
    you’re here now,
    welcome home.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “alone with everybody


    the flesh covers the bone
    and they put a mind
    in there and
    sometimes a soul,
    and the women break
    vases against the walls
    and them men drink too
    much
    and nobody finds the
    one
    but they keep
    looking
    crawling in and out
    of beds.
    flesh covers
    the bone and the
    flesh searches
    for more than
    flesh.

    there's no chance
    at all:
    we are all trapped
    by a singular
    fate.

    nobody ever finds
    the one.

    the city dumps fill
    the junkyards fill
    the madhouses fill
    the hospitals fill
    the graveyards fill

    nothing else
    fills.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
    tags: love

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “I know that some night
    in some bedroom
    soon
    my fingers will
    rift
    through
    soft clean
    hair

    songs such as no radio
    plays

    all sadness, grinning
    into flow.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “I need a good woman. I need a good woman
    more than I need this typewriter, more than
    I need my automobile, more than I need
    Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
    can taste her in the air, I can feel her
    at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
    for her feet to walk upon,
    I can see pillows for her head,
    I can feel my waiting laughter,
    I can see her petting a cat,
    I can see her sleeping,
    I can see her slippers on the floor.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #22
    “I want a dyke for president. I want a person with AIDS for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn’t have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn’t the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to AIDS, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no air-conditioning, a president who has stood in line at the clinic, at the DMV, at the welfare office, and has been unemployed and laid off and sexually harassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth and an attitude, someone who has eaten that nasty hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn’t possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown. Always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker. Always a liar, always a thief, and never caught.”
    Zoe Leonard

  • #23
    Khaled Hosseini
    “For you, a thousand times over”
    Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

  • #24
    Khaled Hosseini
    “There is a way to be good again...”
    Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

  • #25
    Khaled Hosseini
    “Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.”
    Khaled Hosseini

  • #26
    Milan Kundera
    “In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being



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