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  • #1
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!”
    Louis-Ferdinand Celine

  • #2
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "Your pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle..."

    And in between they boast that they've succeeded in getting rid of their unhappiness, but everyone knows it's not true and they've simply kept it all to themselves. Since at the little game you get uglier and more repulsive as you grow older, you can't hope to hide your unhappiness, your bankruptcy, any longer. In the end your features are marked with that hideous grimace that takes twenty, thrity years or more to climb form your belly to your face. That's all a man is good for, that and no more, a grimace that he takes a whole lifetime to compose. The grimace a man would need to express his true soul without losing any of it is so heavy and complicated that he doesn't always succeed in completing it.”
    Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

  • #3
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “...the new world, the communo-bourgeois, sermonizing, Tartuffian, automobilistic, alcoholic, gluttonous and cancerous world has only two anxieties: ass and bank account...”
    Louis Ferdinand Celine

  • #4
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care.”
    Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

  • #5
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.”
    Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

  • #6
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.”
    Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

  • #7
    Knut Hamsun
    “The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens suspiciously to every word he hears from the people he meets; thus, every step he takes presents a problem, a task, for his thoughts and feelings. He is alert and sensitive, he is experienced, his soul has been burned...”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #8
    Knut Hamsun
    “An increasing number of people who lead mental lives of great intensity, people who are sensitive by nature, notice the steadily more frequent appearance in them of mental states of great strangeness ... a wordless and irrational feeling of ecstasy; or a breath of psychic pain; a sense of being spoken to from afar, from the sky or the sea; an agonizingly developed sense of hearing which can cause one to wince at the murmuring of unseen atoms; an irrational staring into the heart of some closed kingdom suddenly and briefly revealed.”
    Knut Hamsun

  • #9
    Henry Miller
    “I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #10
    Henry Miller
    “I’m an egotist, but I’m not selfish. There’s a difference. I’m a neurotic, I guess. I can’t stop thinking about myself. It isn’t that I think myself so important... I simply can’t think about anything else, that’s all. If I could fall in love with a woman that might help some. But I can’t find a woman who interests me.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #11
    Henry Miller
    “If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.”
    Henry Miller, Plexus

  • #12
    Henry Miller
    “I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #13
    Henry Miller
    “Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life indirectly, of acquiring a total rather than a partial view of the universe. The writer lives between the upper and lower worlds: he takes the path in order eventually to become that path himself.

    ”I began in absolute chaos and darkness, in a bog or swamp of ideas and emotions and experiences. Even now I do not consider myself a writer, in the ordinary sense of the word. I am a man telling the story of his life, a process which appears more and more inexhaustible as I go on. Like the world-evolution, it is endless. It is a turning inside out, a voyaging through X dimensions, with the result that somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself. It is this quality about all art which gives it a metaphysical hue, which lifts it out of time and space and centers or integrates it to the whole cosmic process. It is this about art which is ‘therapeutic’: significance, purposefulness, infinitude.

    ”From the very beginning almost I was deeply aware that there is no goal. I never hope to embrace the whole, but merely to give in each separate fragment, each work, the feeling of the whole as I go on, because I am digging deeper and deeper into life, digging deeper and deeper into past and future. With the endless burrowing a certitude develops which is greater than faith or belief. I become more and more indifferent to my fate, as writer, and more and more certain of my destiny as a man.”
    Henry Miller, Henry Miller on Writing

  • #14
    Henry Miller
    “An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #15
    Henry Miller
    “I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #16
    Henry Miller
    “Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #17
    Henry Miller
    “1) Work on one thing at a time until finished.
    2) Start no more new books, add no more new material to "Black Spring."
    3) Don't be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
    4) Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
    5) When you can't create you can work.
    6) Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
    7) Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
    8) Don't be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
    9) Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
    10) Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
    11) Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.”
    Henry Miller

  • #18
    Samuel Beckett
    “Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.”
    Samuel Beckett, Krapp's Last Tape & Embers

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “Do you hate people?”

    “I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
    Charles Bukowski, Barfly

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movement of
    the hands of a clock.

    people so tired
    mutilated
    either by love or no love.

    people just are not good to each other
    one on one.

    the rich are not good to the rich
    the poor are not good to the poor.

    we are afraid.

    our educational system tells us
    that we can all be
    big-ass winners.

    it hasn't told us
    about the gutters
    or the suicides.

    or the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone

    untouched
    unspoken to

    watering a plant.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #25
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
    Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

  • #28
    Charles Bukowski
    “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “those who escape hell
    however
    never talk about
    it
    and nothing much
    bothers them
    after
    that.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #30
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski



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