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  • #1
    Donna Tartt
    “In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #2
    Donna Tartt
    “In this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and there like figures from an allegory; or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten garden party”
    Donna Tartt

  • #3
    Donna Tartt
    “It seems to me that psychology is only another word for what the ancients called fate.”
    Donna Tartt

  • #4
    “Our own selves makes us most
    unhappy,and thats why we're so
    anxious to lose them,dont you think;”
    dona tartt

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Critic As Artist: With Some Remarks on the Importance of Doing Nothing and Discussing Everything

  • #6
    Oscar Wilde
    “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #7
    Oscar Wilde
    “To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes.”
    Oscar Wilde, Complete Works of Oscar Wilde

  • #8
    Emily Dickinson
    “I measure every Grief I meet
    With narrow, probing, Eyes;
    I wonder if It weighs like Mine,
    Or has an Easier size.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #9
    Emily Dickinson
    “Tell the truth, but tell it slant.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #10
    Matt Haig
    “Read poetry. Especially poetry by Emily Dickinson. It might save you. Anne Sexton knows the mind, Walt Whitman knows grass, but Emily Dickinson knows everything.”
    Matt Haig, The Humans

  • #11
    Emily Dickinson
    “I had no time to hate, because
    The grave would hinder me,
    And life was not so ample I
    Could finish enmity.

    Nor had I time to love ; but since
    Some industry must be,
    The little toil of love, I thought,
    Was large enough for me.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #12
    Emily Dickinson
    “The past is such a curious creature,
    To look her in the face
    A transport may reward us,
    Or a disgrace.

    Unarmed if any meet her,
    I charge them, fly !
    Her rusty ammunition
    Might yet reply !”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #13
    R.F. Kuang
    “Betrayal. Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #14
    R.F. Kuang
    “Grief suffocated. Grief paralysed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #15
    “« But academics by nature are a solitary, sedentary lot. Travels sounds fun until you realize what you really want is to stay at home with a cup of tea and a stack of books by a warm fire. »
    - R.F. Kuang, Babel or the necessity of violence”
    R.F Kuang

  • #16
    Coco Mellors
    “Only then, in the quietness beneath, did the new feeling arrive. It was shame . Shame that she had quit her job, shame that she did not paint, shame that she had married Frank, shame that he was in love with someone else, shame that she had run to Anders for comfort, shame that he had discarded her, shame that Frank drank like he did, shame that they let Jesus die, shame that Frank had let her tear apart the whole apartment looking for her before coming clean about what he’d done, shame that she’d covered for him and told everyone that Jesus had escaped, shame that it was her secret now too, shame that she was too afraid to leave him when she said she would, shame that her mother was dead and she could not ask her for advice, shame that her mother didn’t want to be her mother enough to not be dead, just shame, shame, shame.”
    Coco Mellors, Cleopatra and Frankenstein

  • #17
    Susan Sontag
    “My library is an archive of longings.”
    Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

  • #18
    Homer
    “…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
    Homer, The Iliad

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
    O, that I were a glove upon that hand
    That I might touch that cheek!”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #21
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #27
    Alana Massey
    “Sylvia was an early literary manifestation of a young woman who takes endless selfies and posts them with vicious captions calling herself fat and ugly. She is at once her own documentarian and the reflexive voice that says she is unworthy of documentation. She sends her image into the world to be seen, discussed, and devoured, proclaiming that the ordinariness or ugliness of her existence does not remove her right to have it.”
    Alana Massey, All the Lives I Want: Essays About My Best Friends Who Happen to Be Famous Strangers

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “They're really going to mash the world up this time, the damn fools. When I read that description of the victims of Nagasaki I was sick: "And we saw what first looked like lizards crawling up the hill, croaking. It got lighter and we could see that it was humans, their skin burned off, and their bodies broken where they had been thrown against something." Sounds like something out of a horror story. God save us from doing that again. For the United States did that. Our guilt. My country. No, never again.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Kevin Ansbro
    “Reading Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov is comparable to pushing a beautiful grand piano up a very steep hill.”
    Kevin Ansbro

  • #30
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    Anna Karenina is sheer perfection as a work of art. No European work of fiction of our present day comes anywhere near it. Furthermore, the idea underlying it shows that it is ours, ours, something that belongs to us alone and that is our own property, our own national 'new word'or, at any rate, the beginning of it.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky



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