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“I only fear danger where I want to fear it.”
― The Metamorphosis
― The Metamorphosis
“if I did not love death
my suffering
my desire for you
would kill me
your absence
your distress
make me nauseous
it's time for me to love death
it's time to bite its hands”
― The Collected Poems of Georges Bataille
my suffering
my desire for you
would kill me
your absence
your distress
make me nauseous
it's time for me to love death
it's time to bite its hands”
― The Collected Poems of Georges Bataille
“This was their favorite place to meet. It always felt hidden, forgotten. The gold-lettered World Book encyclopedias from the 1980s. The smell of old glue and crumbling paper, the industrial carpet burning her palms.
It reminded her of what you did when you were a little girl, making little burrows and hideaways. Like boys did with forts. Eli and his friend, stacking sofa cushions, pretending to be sharpshooters. With girls, you didn’t call them forts, though it was the same.”
― The Fever
It reminded her of what you did when you were a little girl, making little burrows and hideaways. Like boys did with forts. Eli and his friend, stacking sofa cushions, pretending to be sharpshooters. With girls, you didn’t call them forts, though it was the same.”
― The Fever
“Since he was sixteen, he had been continuously sexually active, either with a girlfriend or through a series of casual flings. From the point of someone like Kibby, he considered, he would be regarded as highly succesful with women.
But the real problem is relationships, which fucking social retards like Kibby can't grasp, because they're just so obsessed with getting their hole.”
― The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs
But the real problem is relationships, which fucking social retards like Kibby can't grasp, because they're just so obsessed with getting their hole.”
― The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs
“We bring Kingsley comfort, by being here, but only one visitor has brought him any pleasure: Jaime. He enjoyed, he exulted in Jaime – because the dew is yet on him, the glamour is yet on him. Jaime brought his youth, in all its Conradian force (youth, that ‘mighty power’). I haven’t got any youth to offer my father. This year has closed my youth. I’m sorry, Dad: I haven’t got any . . . Sometimes I imagine that the dead are allowed to watch their children. This would be one of their privileges. But there must come a point where the dead really wouldn’t want to look. William Amis, even Rosa Amis: they wouldn’t be watching now.”
― Experience
― Experience
Sofia’s 2025 Year in Books
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