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Miguel’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Miguel’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Miguel Mesuras
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Charles Bukowski, John Fante, Jack Kerouac
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“An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else...”
― Big Sur
― Big Sur
“I was twenty then. What the hell, I used to say, take your time, Bandini. You got ten years to write a book, so take it easy, get out and learn about life, walk the streets. That’s your trouble: your ignorance of life.”
― Ask the Dust
― Ask the Dust
“É para isso mesmo que nós existimos, para que as pessoas levem toda a vida com o medo pendurado ao pescoço e, chegada a sua hora, acolham a morte como uma libertação.”
― Death with Interruptions
― Death with Interruptions
“I have always had a great need for solitude. I require huge swathes of loneliness and when I do not have it, which has been the case for the last five years, my frustration can sometimes become almost panicked, or aggressive.”
― My Struggle: Book 1
― My Struggle: Book 1
“Now I saw his lifeless state. And that there was no longer any difference between what once had been my father and the table he was lying on, or the floor on which the table stood, or the wall socket beneath the window, or the cable running to the lamp beside him. For humans are merely one form among many, which the world produces over and over again, not only in everything that lives but also in everything that does not live, drawn in sand, stone, and water. And death, which I have always regarded as the greatest dimension of life, dark, compelling, was no more than a pipe that springs a leak, a branch that cracks in the wind, a jacket that slips off a clothes hanger and falls to the floor.”
― Min kamp 1
― Min kamp 1
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