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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ddd027f | Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 62bc672 | But when, at the end of my sophomore year, I became a philosophy major and started doing my first seriously pretentious thinking, I became a vegetarian again. The kind of willful forgetting that I was sure meat eating required felt too paradoxical to the intellectual life I was trying to shape. I thought life could, should, and must conform to the mold of reason. You can imagine how annoying this made me. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 221f1bb | I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarrassed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while I watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 602c1fe | She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 817d3b5 | Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine's Day, are in one way or another about being thankful. | christmas holidays thankful thanksgiving | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 8bef7c7 | We Vietnamese have two philosophies to sustain us. The Confucian tells us how to behave when fate grants us peace and order. The Buddhist trains us to accept our fate even when it brings us blood and chaos. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 7c6d401 | The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce "Nurse," I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail glass, no measuring. " You have a lovely pitching arm." You had to go down on them like a hummingbird over a blossom. I saw her much later, not too many years ago, and when I smiled she seemed to believe I was making advances. But it was onl.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 890066a | I'd thought something was required of me, but I hadn't wanted to find out what it was. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 668ffa5 | War is ninety percent myth anyway, isn't it? In order to prosecute our own wars we raise them to the level of human sacrifice, don't we, and we constantly invoke our God. It's got to be about something bigger than dying, or we'd all turn deserter. | Denis Johnson | ||
| fe5a446 | WE'RE ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF REALITY ITSELF. RIGHT WHERE IT TURNS INTO A DREAM | Denis Johnson | ||
| 4820e9a | When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him. | direction left life meaning person right street | Denis Johnson | |
| 887dfe9 | If you like the fields we'd walk away from the road into the fields, or we'd go fishing, if that's what you like to do. The sun would set and we'd build a fire. The trees and rocks would shrink and their shadows would grow. People don't have eyes by the light of a fire. No, that's glib and pointless. It's all glib and pointless. In the worlds that live in these tears just as much as in the real world, I'd stare at you and have no idea who y.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| e821b61 | After a noticeable silence, he'd recently published a book of technically baffling poems, with line breaks so arbitrary and frequent as to be useless, arrhythmic. On the page they look like some of Charles Bukowski's skinny, chatty, muttering-stuttering antiverses. Impossibly, Mark's words make music, the faraway strains of an irresistible jazz. It's plain to any reader, within a few lines--well, go read the poems and see, Marcus Ahearn tra.. | jazz klee poetry psychic-improvisation writing | Denis Johnson | |
| a315360 | Incidentally, this is the only letter I'll send-- don't think I'll turn you in, don't think for a second I'd alert the authorities, I mean, fuck them, and certainly, of course, fuck you, but above everything fuck them. I've always stood for that. Admittedly not much else. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 5efc09d | If illness didn't kill you, you died of bad luck. | Denis Johnson | ||
| e64a9bb | We can't always tell the whole story about ourselves. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 9063625 | Memories assailed him of how gently she had spoken, touched, and moved; of how she'd loved him fiercely despite his mistakes and obsessions and weaknesses. And the conviction descended on him that love like theirs couldn't possibly suffer any change. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 639b2e6 | After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy. | neon | Denis Johnson | |
| cb71c52 | The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c924595 | I'm not in the right place - alas, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I'm not in the right place. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 2026a5a | and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more | Franz Kafka | ||
| 803e9f8 | During last night's insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life... | darkness destruction insomnia | Franz Kafka | |
| 1160476 | I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be on one's guard against them. | misery | Franz Kafka | |
| fa44447 | Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, end.. | surreal surrealism | Franz Kafka | |
| dcf1a3e | There is no perfection only life.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 3eb3329 | That's another enigma about memory, more basic than all the rest: do recollections have some measurable temporal volume? do they unfold over a span of time? [...] And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a moment the way we reread a book or resee a film. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d77b376 | Those boobs of yours are ubiquitous - like God! | Milan Kundera | ||
| 50756a2 | hl lrwy@ shy akhr sw~ fkh mnSwb llbTl? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 46310d7 | The senator had only one argument in his favour: his feeling. When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. In the realm of kitsch, the dictatorship of the heart reigns supreme. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6c98c05 | Dreaming is not only an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten. | milan-kundera | Milan Kundera | |
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| e24d1a1 | lqt lHb hy mthl lmbrTwryt, m n ykhtfy lmbd' ldhy bunyt `l~ ssh Ht~ tkhtfy m`h yDan | Milan Kundera | ||
| d4841c1 | Graphomania (a mania for writing books) inevitably takes on epidemic proportions when a society develops to the point of creating three basic conditions: - (1) an elevated level of general well being which allows people to devote themselves to useless activities (2) a high degree of social atomization and , as a consequence, a general isolation of individuals; (3) the absence of dramatic social changes in the nation's internal life. | writing-books | Milan Kundera | |
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| 973673f | As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself? Staring impotently across a courtyard, at a loss for what to do; hearing the pertinacious rumbling of one's own sto.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bdc32d7 | It follows, then, that the aesthetic ideal of the categorical agreement with being is a world in which shit is denied and everyone acts as though it did not exist. This aesthetic ideal is called kitsch. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 30c5104 | The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness, "that delectable trance of happiness, that ultimate peak of delight. Laughter of delight, delight of laughter." There is no doubt: this laughter goes "far beyond joking, jeering, and ridicule." The two sisters stretched out on their bed are not laughing at anything concrete, their laughter has no object; it is an expression of being rejoicing at being... and in this ec.. | Milan Kundera | ||
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| ef9ee23 | There was pleasure in Paradise but no excitement. pg 246 | Milan Kundera | ||
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| 8cd88fc | The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. To express that fundamental notion most Europeans can utilize a word derived from the Greek (nostalgia, nostalgie) as well as other words with roots in their national languages: anoranza, say the Spaniards; saudade, say the Portuguese. In each language these words have a different semantic nuance. Often t.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d72b611 | As she uttered the words of the prayer, she glanced up at him as if he were God Himself. He watched her with growing pleasure. In front of him was kneeling the directress, being humiliated by a subordinate; in front of him a naked revolutionary was being humiliated by prayer; in front of him a praying lady was being humiliated by her nakedness. This threefold image of degradation intoxicated him and something unexpected suddenly happened: h.. | degradation humiliation lust sex | Milan Kundera | |
| b2e1472 | Clockers" asks--almost in passing, and there's a lot more to it than this--a pretty interesting question: if you choose to work for the minimum wage when everyone around you is pocketing thousands from drug deals, then what does that do to you, to your head and to your heart? (Hornby's thoughts after reading "Clockers" by Richard Price)" | drugs minimum-wage psychology working | Nick Hornby |