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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
    Charles Bukowski and Carl Weissner

  • #8
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all—in which case, you fail by default.”
    J.K. Rowling

  • #10
    Nicole Krauss
    “Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair.

    Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

  • #11
    Nicole Krauss
    “And if the man who once upon a time had been a boy who promised he'd never fall in love with another girl as long as he lived kept his promise, it wasn't because he was stubborn or even loyal. He couldn't help it.”
    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “those who escape hell
    however
    never talk about
    it
    and nothing much
    bothers them
    after
    that.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that's the result of a chance meeting too. You're damned right. Drink up. We'll have another.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “I often carry things to read
    so that I will not have to look at
    the people.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “Without literature, life is hell.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “Villain, what hast thou done?
    Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.
    Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.
    Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.”
    William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus

  • #21
    Ray Bradbury
    “Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what the books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #22
    Florence Welch
    “It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back, So shake him off.”
    Florence Welch

  • #23
    Joe Kelly
    “All things that live, die. This is why you must find joy in the living, while the time is yours, and not fear the end. To deny this is to deny life. To fear this... is to fear life. But to embrace this... Can you embrace this?

    You are stronger than you think.”
    Joe Kelly, I Kill Giants

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “Marvellous are the innocent. To believe that the girl herself transcends all lies (for Jacob was not such a fool as to believe implicitly), to wonder enviously at the unanchored life - his own seeming petted and even cloistered in comparison - to have at hand as sovereign specifics for all disorders of the soul Adonais and the plays of Shakespeare; to figure out a compradeship all spirited on her side, protective on his, yet equal on both, for women, thought Jacob, are just the same as men - innocence such as this is marvellous enough, and perhaps not so foolish after all.”
    Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

  • #25
    Markus Zusak
    “When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann’s feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud, and clumsy.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief



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