Emina

“Jer, o apsolutno svemu smeju govoriti samo oni koji svašta znaju i oni koji ne znaju maltene ništa - s tim što ovi drugi polažu veće pravo, jer znanje u nekoj tački počinje da te ograničava, a neznanje - nikad.”
― Marko Šelić, Zajedno sami

“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“Ta i ta devojka, recimo, kao i svi drugi, ima svog idealnog muškarca; samo, nevolja je ta što ona živi u Rumuniji, a on je Eskim. Koje su šanse da se sretnu? A znali bi, sve bi im bilo jasno kad bi se samo sreli...ali se naprosto neće sresti. Njihovi životi postaće ljubavno promašeni. A kad promašiš ljubav, šta onda uopšte možeš da pogodiš?”
― Marko Šelić, Zajedno sami