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  • #1
    Alexandre Dumas
    “Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures.”
    Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers

  • #2
    Thomas Wolfe
    “. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

    Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

    Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

    O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

    O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
    Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

  • #4
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science: With a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of Songs

  • #5
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #6
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  • #7
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #8
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #9
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #10
    Larry David
    “Pretty good. Pretttttttty, pretttttttttty, pretttttty good.”
    Larry David

  • #11
    Walt Whitman
    “We were together. I forget the rest.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #13
    Frank Zappa
    “If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #14
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Night has come; now all fountains speak more loudly. And my soul too is a fountain.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #15
    John Berryman
    “We must travel in the direction of our fear.”
    John Berryman

  • #16
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre

  • #17
    Anton Chekhov
    “Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
    Anton Chekhov

  • #18
    Anton Chekhov
    “Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.”
    Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories

  • #19
    Franz Kafka
    “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
    Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

  • #20
    Franz Kafka
    “I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #21
    John Fante
    “She was forcing it with her scorn, the kiss she gave me, the hard curl of her lips, the mockery of her eyes, until I was like a man made of wood and there was no feeling within me except terror and a fear of her, a sense that her beauty was too much, that she was so much more beautiful than I, deeper rooted than I. She made me a stranger unto myself, she was all of those calm nights and tall eucalyptus trees, the desert stars, that land and sky, that fog outside, and I had come there with no purpose save to be a mere writer, to get money, to make a name for myself and all that piffle. She was so much finer than I, so much more honest, that I was sick of myself and I could not look at her warm eyes, I suppressed the shiver brought on by her brown arms around my neck and the long fingers in my hair. I did not kiss her. She kissed me, author of The Little Dog Laughed. Then she took my wrist with her two hands. She pressed her lips into the palm of my hand. She placed my hand upon her bosom between her breasts. She turned her lips towards my face and waited. And Arturo Bandini, the great author dipped deep into his colourful imagination, romantic Arturo Bandini, just chock-full of clever phrases, and he said, weakly, kittenishly, 'Hello.”
    John Fante, Ask the Dust

  • #22
    Franz Kafka
    “We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #23
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “[A]nd both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday and eternal reality was love.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
    tags: love

  • #24
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #25
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
    Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

  • #26
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #27
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #28
    Gilles Deleuze
    “If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.”
    Gilles Deleuze

  • #29
    Gilles Deleuze
    “To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself gray on gray.”
    Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

  • #30
    Gilles Deleuze
    “The various forms of education or ‘normalization’ imposed upon an individual consist in making him or her change points of subjectification, always moving towards a higher, nobler one in closer conformity with the supposed ideal. Then from the point of subjectification issues a subject of enunciation, as a function of a mental reality determined by that point. Then from the subject of enunciation issues a subject of the statement, in other words, a subject bound to statements in conformity with a dominant reality”
    Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia



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