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  • #1
    Susan Sontag
    “I feel profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive…I feel unloveable. But I respect that unloveable solider—struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honourable. I respect myself.”
    Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

  • #2
    Jasper Johns
    “To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist.”
    Jasper Johns

  • #3
    Italo Calvino
    “A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.”
    Italo Calvino, The Uses of Literature

  • #4
    Joan Didion
    “Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.”
    Joan Didion, Blue Nights

  • #5
    Joan Didion
    “Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”
    Joan Didion, Blue Nights

  • #6
    Joan Didion
    “I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

  • #7
    Joan Didion
    “What makes Iago evil? Some people ask. I never ask.”
    Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays

  • #8
    Joan Didion
    “Writers are always selling somebody out.”
    Joan Didion

  • #9
    Janet Malcolm
    “This is what it is the business of the artist to do. Art is theft, art is armed robbery, art is not pleasing your mother.”
    Janet Malcolm, The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes

  • #10
    Janet Malcolm
    “Every journalist who is not too stupid or full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible. He is a kind of confidence man, preying on people's vanity, ignorance, or loneliness, gaining their trust and betraying them without remorse.”
    Janet Malcolm, The Journalist and the Murderer

  • #11
    Franz Kafka
    “There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #12
    Franz Kafka
    “I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.”
    Kafka, Franz

  • #13
    Franz Kafka
    “Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #14
    Franz Kafka
    “I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #15
    Franz Kafka
    “I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #18
    Franz Kafka
    “I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #19
    Franz Kafka
    “April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
    Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

  • #20
    Franz Kafka
    “The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #21
    Franz Kafka
    “Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #22
    Franz Kafka
    “We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me that you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?”
    Franz Kafka

  • #23
    Franz Kafka
    “Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.”
    Franz Kafka, The Complete Stories

  • #24
    Janet Malcolm
    “As you no doubt gathered, I do not devote the care to word selection and organization in my letters that I do in my books Generally, I don't write letters at all...Writing, for me, is work, and I do not like to do my work carelessly, but if I waited until I got a letter into the shape I'd be happy with, you would never hear another word from me and would think I had perished on a mountain...”
    Janet Malcolm, The Journalist and the Murderer

  • #25
    Janet Malcolm
    “[David] Salle's studio, on the second floor of a five-story loft building, is a long room lit with bright, cold overhead light. It is not a beautiful studio. Like the streets outside, it gives no quarter to the visitor in search of the picturesque. It doesn't even have a chair for the visitor to sit in, unless you count a backless, half-broken metal swivel chair Salle will offer with a murmur of inattentive apology. Upstairs, in his living quarters, it is another story. But down here everything has to do with work and with being alone.”
    Janet Malcolm, Forty-One False Starts: Essays on Artists and Writers

  • #26
    Janet Malcolm
    “Human nature is such that when we are suddenly taken up by someone whom we consider superior and admirable, we accept his attentions calmly, whereas when we are dropped we cannot rest until we feel we have got to the bottom of the person's profound irrationality. Nor can we easily accept the verdict sent down to us through the mortifying silence of someone who has found us wanting and has packed up and moved on. We protest it, each in our way - our futile way, since the more effective is our protest the more surely do we drive away the person whose love we have lost not because of anything we did, but because of who we are.”
    Janet Malcolm, In the Freud Archives

  • #27
    Janet Malcolm
    “Like the young Aztec men and women selected for sacrifice, who lived in delightful ease and luxury until the appointed day where their hearts were to be carved from their chests, journalistic subjects know all too well what awaits them when the days of wine and roses — the days of interviews — are over. And still they say yes when a journalist calls, and still they are astonished when they see the flash of the knife.”
    Janet Malcolm

  • #28
    Janet Malcolm
    “It is only by a great effort that we rouse ourselves to act, to fight, to struggle, to be heard above the wind, to crush flowers as we walk.”
    Janet Malcolm, The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes

  • #29
    Janet Malcolm
    “Photography is a medium of inescapable truthfulness. The camera doesn’t know how to lie.”
    Janet Malcolm, Forty-One False Starts: Essays on Artists and Writers

  • #30
    Janet Malcolm
    “Theory and interpretation, far from threatening works of art, keep them alive.”
    Janet Malcolm, Forty-One False Starts: Essays on Artists and Writers



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