Zach C

“so much of what we see lies in the name; that is an apple tree, that is an elm, that is a cherry tree, that is a spruce. If we look at it for longer, we might get beneath the name and see it as a unique, singular tree and not merely as a representative of the category it belongs to. And eventually we may even be able to see what it 'is', its presence in the world. But by then we will have come to know it so well that it will seem familiar to us, which in turn creates a distance, for that's how it is with the familiar, isn't it, friends we've known for years - we no longer see them, we just note their presence, allowing it to fill the category we have created for them.”
― Karl Ove Knausgaard, Så mye lengsel på så liten flate. En bok om Edvard Munchs bilder

“Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night.”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“What imperfections in a perfect day did Bloom, walking, silently, successively, enumerate?”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“Maybe with good luck we’ll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.”
― Wes Anderson, The French Dispatch