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  • #1
    J.D. Salinger
    “People are always ruining things for you.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #2
    Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
    “Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
    J. D. Salinger

  • #3
    J.D. Salinger
    “Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”
    J.D. Salinger

  • #4
    Jane Austen
    “Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.”
    Jane Austen

  • #5
    Haruki Murakami
    “I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. ”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
    “How much is a lot?”
    “Like a spring bear,” I said.
    “A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
    “You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
    “Yeah. Really nice.”
    “That’s how much I like you.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #8
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."

    And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #9
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “They're just memories now. Time to write them off.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #10
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “The trees like lungs filling with air
    My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #11
    Raymond Carver
    “Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.”
    Raymond Carver

  • #12
    Albert Camus
    “I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.”
    Albert Camus, A Happy Death

  • #13
    Gilles Deleuze
    “The Couple Overfloweth

    We sometimes go on as though people can’t express themselves. In fact they’re always expressing themselves. The sorriest couples are those where the woman can’t be preoccupied or tired without the man saying “What’s wrong? Say something…,” or the man, without the woman saying … and so on. Radio and television have spread this spirit everywhere, and we’re riddled with pointless talk, insane quantities of words and images. Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying. What we’re plagued by these days isn’t any blocking of communication, but pointless statements. But what we call the meaning of a statement is its point. That’s the only definition of meaning, and it comes to the same thing as a statement’s novelty. You can listen to people for hours, but what’s the point? . . . That’s why arguments are such a strain, why there’s never any point arguing. You can’t just tell someone what they’re saying is pointless. So you tell them it’s wrong. But what someone says is never wrong, the problem isn’t that some things are wrong, but that they’re stupid or irrelevant. That they’ve already been said a thousand times. The notions of relevance, necessity, the point of something, are a thousand times more significant than the notion of truth. Not as substitutes for truth, but as the measure of the truth of what I’m saying. It’s the same in mathematics: Poincaré used to say that many mathematical theories are completely irrelevant, pointless; He didn’t say they were wrong – that wouldn’t have been so bad.

    (Negotiations)”
    Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations 1972-1990

  • #14
    Virginia Woolf
    “...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own



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