"So it goes." - Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
"So it goes." - Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep ...
-- from The Tempest (Act IV, Scene 1)
by William Shakespeare
'Do you know what a ****ing loser you are?' He starts nodding helplessly and I pull out a long, think knife, with a serrated edge and, being very careful not to kill him, push maybe half an inch of the blade into his right eye, flicking the hand up, instantly popping the retina.
American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
We cannot predict consequences of great decisions.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
At thunder and tempest, At the world's coldheartedness,
During times of heavy loss And when you're sad
The greatest art on earth Is to seem uncomplicatedly gay.
To get things clear, they have to firstly be very unclear. But if you get them too quickly, you probably got them wrong.
If you need me urgent, send me a PM
"Ending is better than mending. The more stitches, the less riches."
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Conforming Maverick...
The Kreutzer Sonata
You might not want to read this if you intend on reading it...I might spoil it.
"When people say that they do not remember what they do in a fit of fury, they talk nonsense. It is false. I remember everything."
and
"I well remember the horror of that concsiousness and I know vaguely that, having plunged in the dagger, I drew it out again immediately wishing to repair and arrest my action. She had straightened up and cried:
'Nurse, he has killed me!'"
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
"Dear me, dear me," say I. "These are not the times to be writing books, Don Eligio, even fool books like mine. Of literature I must begin to say what I have said of everything else: 'Curses on Copernicus!'"
"Oh, wait now," exclaims Don Eligio, the blood rushing to his face as he straightens up from his cramped position. (It is hot at noon time, and he has put on a broad-brimmed straw, for a bit of artificial shade.)
"What has Copernicus got to do with it?"
"More than you realize, perhaps ... "
The Late Mattia Pascal by Luigi Pirandello.
penuriosus est is quisnam denies scientia
Asa Adams
Currently reading
Ethan Frome
Portrait of an artist.....again*sigh*![]()
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"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Why would world care for me when I don't care for him?
Victor Hugo - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
At thunder and tempest, At the world's coldheartedness,
During times of heavy loss And when you're sad
The greatest art on earth Is to seem uncomplicatedly gay.
To get things clear, they have to firstly be very unclear. But if you get them too quickly, you probably got them wrong.
If you need me urgent, send me a PM
At thunder and tempest, At the world's coldheartedness,
During times of heavy loss And when you're sad
The greatest art on earth Is to seem uncomplicatedly gay.
To get things clear, they have to firstly be very unclear. But if you get them too quickly, you probably got them wrong.
If you need me urgent, send me a PM
Even mothers who love you better than anyone ever will, don't always understand- The Railway Children
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
to the most beautiful woman i know,
now that i'm alone again, nopthing is as it once was.
the sky is grayer, the ocean is more forbidding.
will you make it right?
the only way is to see me again.
i miss you.'
message in a bottle, by nicholas sparks
just finished it actually.