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Willem Myra
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Italo Calvino, Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie, Eugene Ionesco
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July 2018
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And If I Die Tomorrow
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Kennel-born: Stories
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2018
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Tale of a Persnickety English Fellow
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Jean-Jacques Rousseau Had Madame de Warens
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2018
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“Gray. On the ground, in the air, sticking to their bloodied faces. In their eyes. Volunteers trying their best to save those under the rubble—they dig barehanded, nails broken, skin peeling, pain elsewhere. They breathe in the dusty air, these saviors, and sweat and cry and yell, “Don’t give up, don’t give up. Don't. Give. Up.” I admire their tenacity. Sat on the phantom of her home, a girl holds her pet cowbird to her chest and weeps. I wander aimlessly. An observant. An intruder. And for a millisecond I hate myself for thinking, At least they had something to lose.”
― Kennel-born: Stories
― Kennel-born: Stories
“I'd ejaculate I'M BIG IN JAPAN thinking about that
Godzilla story
Only I'd be big in the US
Only I'd be big in the West
Only I'd be big in each ephemeral sand grain of the hourglass”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau Had Madame de Warens
Godzilla story
Only I'd be big in the US
Only I'd be big in the West
Only I'd be big in each ephemeral sand grain of the hourglass”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau Had Madame de Warens
“Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes. From all of Marxism, which I once thought attractive enough, I find only this dictum remaining in the realm of my opinions. Water grows colder and colder and colder, and suddenly it's ice. The day grows darker and darker, and suddenly it's night. Man ages and ages, and suddenly he's dead. Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes; differences in degree lead to differences in kind.”
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“Alone on the earth!" Hamed cries out, and there is a note of terror in his voice, for that is the one thing a Somali cannot imagine: finding himself alone in the world.”
― The Shadow of the Sun
― The Shadow of the Sun
“—E perché quei deliri giansenisti, io che non sono religioso neanche un po'?
—Questo dimostra semplicemente che esiste una parte nascosta di te cui non dispiacerebbe l'idea di essere un mistico.
—Oh no! Ancora con queste chiacchiere psicanalitiche da comari!
—Guarda come ti arrabbi alla sola ipotesi che tu nasconda qualcosa.
—Il verbo nascondere è la parola chiave del XX secolo.
—Il che produce una delle varietà dell'assassino del XX secolo: tu.”
― Cosmétique de l'ennemi
—Questo dimostra semplicemente che esiste una parte nascosta di te cui non dispiacerebbe l'idea di essere un mistico.
—Oh no! Ancora con queste chiacchiere psicanalitiche da comari!
—Guarda come ti arrabbi alla sola ipotesi che tu nasconda qualcosa.
—Il verbo nascondere è la parola chiave del XX secolo.
—Il che produce una delle varietà dell'assassino del XX secolo: tu.”
― Cosmétique de l'ennemi
“Gray. On the ground, in the air, sticking to their bloodied faces. In their eyes. Volunteers trying their best to save those under the rubble—they dig barehanded, nails broken, skin peeling, pain elsewhere. They breathe in the dusty air, these saviors, and sweat and cry and yell, “Don’t give up, don’t give up. Don't. Give. Up.” I admire their tenacity. Sat on the phantom of her home, a girl holds her pet cowbird to her chest and weeps. I wander aimlessly. An observant. An intruder. And for a millisecond I hate myself for thinking, At least they had something to lose.”
― Kennel-born: Stories
― Kennel-born: Stories
