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“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I dreamt about you last night. Fell out of bed twice”
― Shelagh Delaney, A Taste of Honey

“Heaven must be a hell of a place. Nothing but repentant sinners up there, isn't it? All the pimps, prostitutes and politicians in creation trying to cash in on eternity and their little tin god.”
― Shelagh Delaney, A Taste of Honey

“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“All the things we say. And how little of all the words even touch any reality. Or perhaps they all do if we knew it,”
― John McGahern, The Dark

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense",”
― Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis

“Just cuz you get to the end doesn’t mean you know what happened.”
― Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange

“Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still.”
― Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange

“Looks like they can't talk. Why not? War does that. You can't talk.”
― Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange

“La gente piensa que la intimidad tiene que ver con el sexo. Pero tiene que ver con la verdad. Cuando te das cuenta de que puedes contarle tu verdad a alguien, cuando puedes mostrarte a alguien, cuando te desnudas delante de alguien y su respuesta es «Conmigo estás a salvo». Eso es intimidad.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Los siete maridos de Evelyn Hugo