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  • #1
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity."

    [Letter to Max Brod, July 5, 1922]”
    Franz Kafka

  • #3
    Gustave Flaubert
    “She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “I'm not so weird to me.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #6
    Irina Dunn
    “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
    Irina Dunn

  • #7
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #8
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #9
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #10
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “People truly engaged in life have messy houses.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

  • #11
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don’t apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I’m thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

  • #12
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “I couldn't be bothered to deal with fixing things. I preferred to wallow in the problem, dream of better days.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

  • #13
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #14
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #15
    Donna Tartt
    “Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #16
    Donna Tartt
    “I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #17
    Donna Tartt
    “But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’
    Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #18
    Donna Tartt
    “It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #19
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Idealism without consequences is the pathetic dream of every spoiled brat, I suppose.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

  • #20
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #21
    Sally Rooney
    “Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #22
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her. . . . Well, there I was, 'way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?" On the last afternoon before he went abroad, he sat with Daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day, with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little, and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
    tags: love

  • #25
    Gérard de Nerval
    “The first man who compared a woman to a rose was a poet, the second, an imbecile .”
    Gérard de Nerval, Aurélia

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #27
    Elizabeth Hardwick
    “Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel—and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she.”
    Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights
    tags: novel

  • #28
    Charles Dickens
    “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #29
    Albert Camus
    “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus

  • #30
    Albert Camus
    “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
    Albert Camus



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