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“It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“What is there to fear in such a regular world?”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together. ”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre , Nausea

“Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Sweet tea with milk, three Oreos, and Bob Roy’s snug and cozy flat helped Sue breathe deeply for the first time in months. She let out a sigh as big as a cresting wave and leaned back into a chair so soft it put the z in cozy. “Okay,” Bob said. “Tell me everything.” She opened up about, well, everything, cued by Bob’s sympathy. He uttered his support at every story, every anecdote: New York was the only place for Sue to be! Shelley and her “yeah, okay” attitude were to be expected from such a see-you-next-Tuesday! The subway was survivable as long as you never made eye contact with anyone. You found an apartment by reading the Rental classifieds in the Times and The Village Voice, but you had to get them early, at seven in the morning, and then you had to hightail it to the apartments with a bag of donuts because the super would always open up for a pretty girl who shared her donuts.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Being Anna’s boyfriend was like training to be a Navy SEAL while working full-time in an Amazon fulfillment center in the Oklahoma Panhandle in tornado season. Something was going on every moment of every day. My 2:30 naps were a thing of the past.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Are you becoming what you've always hated?”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“Bad taste makes more millionaires than good taste.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio to a classical music station, light a cigarette or a cigar, open the bottle. The typer did the rest. All I had to do was be there. The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“Money is like sex,' I said. 'It seems much more important when you don't have any...'

'You talk like a writer,' said Francois.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“How are his poems?"
"He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“What will you do?"
"Oh, hell, I'll write a novel about writing the screenplay and making the movie."
"What are you going to call it?"
"Hollywood."
"Hollywood?"
"Yes...”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

“It was a sickness: this great interest in a medium that relentlessly and consistently failed, time after time after time, to produce anything at all. People became so used to seeing shit on film that they no longer realized it was shit.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry

“That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry

“Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they made all the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry

“Money is like sex,” I said. “It seems much more important when you don’t have any…”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry

“Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry

“What is your philosophy of life?” “Think as little as possible.” “Anything else?” “When you can’t think of anything else to do, be kind.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hollywood: A Semi-Autobiographical Novel About Adapting Barfly into a Screenplay and Surviving the Movie Industry