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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “Trapped

    don't undress my love
    you might find a mannequin:
    don't undress the mannequin
    you might find
    my love.
    she's long ago
    forgotten me.
    she's trying on a new
    hat
    and looks more the
    coquette
    than ever.

    she is a
    child
    and a mannequin
    and death.
    I can't hate
    that.
    she didn't do
    anything
    unusual.
    I only wanted her
    to.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “I loved you
    like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
    writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
    loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
    cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
    but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
    your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
    lovers betray.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
    O any thing, of nothing first create!
    O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
    Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #4
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #5
    Pablo Neruda
    “You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
    because everything alive has its two sides;
    a word is one wing of silence,
    fire has its cold half.
    I love you in order to begin to love you,
    to start infinity again
    and never to stop loving you:
    that’s why I do not love you yet.
    I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
    keys in my hand: to a future of joy-
    a wretched, muddled fate-
    My love has two lives, in order to love you.

    -Sonnet XLIV”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #6
    Charles Dickens
    “The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “God, who am I? I sit in the library tonight, the lights glaring overhead, the fan whirring loudly. Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces, flesh pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches. There is history to read... centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow. Yet I know that back at the house there is my room, full of my presence. There is my date this weekend: someone believes I am a human being, not a name merely. And these are the only indications that I am a whole person, not merely a knot of nerves, without identity. I'm lost.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #8
    Marilyn Monroe
    “When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #9
    Karl Marx
    “The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save-the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour-your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.”
    Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels



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