August 2011
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He listened to me as though he believed every word I uttered. Suddenly he...
– Henry Miller - Sexus and the Rosy Crucifixion (via mediocrityandmarmalade)
Let our sleeping soul remember, and be awake and be alive, in contemplation, of...
– Jorge Manrique (via youngmanandtheweb)
Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for good or...
– William George Jordan (via bookmania)
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Word for word,
we beat the love
out of each other.
– Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Once the Dream Begins” (via proustitute)
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Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.
– Henry Miller (via loscheveresyaestantomados)
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Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded...
– Henry Rollins (via deth)
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My poems express more of my silence than of my talking. As music is a kind of...
– Anna Kamienska, from The Notebook: 1965-72 in Astonishments, trans. Grazyna Drabik and David Curzon (via proustitute)
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Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good...
– Sarah Dessen (via troubled)
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The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking...
– Carl Sandburg, from “Back Yard” (via proustitute)
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You see, it’s a question of willing something and acting, it’s a...
– Emile Zola, The Ladies’ Paradise
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To bequeath to some wild violin
One’s horror and despair.
– Anna Akhmatova, a fragment from 1958, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer (via proustitute)
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I’m an egotist, but I’m not selfish. There’s a difference. I’m a neurotic, I...
– Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer)
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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s...
– Haruki Murakami (via hiboombox)
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Art doesn’t exist. It happens.
– Heidegger - The Origin of the work of Art (via thethinkingblogger)
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I don’t give a fuck any more what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m...
– Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer) (via pleaseallowmetointroducemyself)