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  • #2
    Lorrie Moore
    “Abby began to think that all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in a single place. No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce- wind, seas- a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world- no flower or stone- as a single hello from a human being.”
    Lorrie Moore

  • #3
    Dorothy Parker
    “It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #4
    Werner Herzog
    “Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.”
    Werner Herzog

  • #5
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

    "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #6
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Let all of life be an unfettered howl.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #7
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I have often noticed that we are inclined to endow our friends with the stability of type that literary characters acquire in the reader's mind. [...] Whatever evolution this or that popular character has gone through between the book covers, his fate is fixed in our minds, and, similarly, we expect our friends to follow this or that logical and conventional pattern we have fixed for them. Thus X will never compose the immortal music that would clash with the second-rate symphonies he has accustomed us to. Y will never commit murder. Under no circumstances can Z ever betray us. We have it all arranged in our minds, and the less often we see a particular person, the more satisfying it is to check how obediently he conforms to our notion of him every time we hear of him. Any deviation in the fates we have ordained would strike us as not only anomalous but unethical. We could prefer not to have known at all our neighbor, the retired hot-dog stand operator, if it turns out he has just produced the greatest book of poetry his age has seen.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #8
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness , dear, my happiness will remain,in the moist reflection of a street lamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal's black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human loneliness.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Selected Letters, 1940-1977

  • #9
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Everything in the world is beautiful, but Man only recognizes beauty if he sees it either seldom or from afar. Listen, today we are gods! Our blue shadows are enormous! We move in a gigantic, joyful world!”
    Vladimir Nabokov, The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov

  • #10
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of something much vaster, much more enduring and powerful than the accumulation of matter or energy in any imaginable cosmos, then my mind cannot but pinch itself to see if it is really awake. I have to make a rapid inventory of the universe, just as a man in a dream tries to condone the absurdity of his position by making sure he is dreaming. I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule, and horror of having developed an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #11
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister

  • #12
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #13
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “The sun is a thief: she lures the sea
    and robs it. The moon is a thief:
    he steals his silvery light from the sun.
    The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

  • #14
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I am aware of them, without any astonishment, in surroundings they never visited during their earthly existence, in the house of some friend of mine they never knew. They sit apart, frowning at the floor, as if death were a dark taint, a shameful family secret. It is certainly not then - not in dreams - but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

  • #15
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #16
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “What surprises you in life? The marvel of consciousness -- that sudden window swinging open on a sunlit landscape amidst the night of non-being.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #17
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #18
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Commonsense has trampled down many a gentle genius whose eyes had delighted in a too early moonbeam of some too early truth; commonsense has back-kicked dirt at the loveliest of queer paintings because a blue tree seemed madness to its well-meaning hoof; commonsense has prompted ugly but strong nations to crush their fair but frail neighbors the moment a gap in history offered a chance that it would have been ridiculous not to exploit.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #19
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love - from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter- to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behaviour of nebulae (whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity), the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

  • #20
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

  • #21
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “...for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

  • #22
    Dorothy Parker
    “I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #23
    Dorothy Parker
    Résumé
    Razors pain you,
    Rivers are damp,
    Acids stain you,
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful,
    Nooses give,
    Gas smells awful.
    You might as well live.”
    Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope

  • #24
    Dorothy Parker
    “Don't look at me in that tone of voice.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #25
    Dorothy Parker
    “In youth, it was a way I had,
    To do my best to please.
    And change, with every passing lad
    To suit his theories.

    But now I know the things I know
    And do the things I do,
    And if you do not like me so,
    To hell, my love, with you.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #26
    Dorothy Parker
    Inventory:

    "Four be the things I am wiser to know:
    Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
    Four be the things I'd been better without:
    Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
    Three be the things I shall never attain:
    Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
    Three be the things I shall have till I die:
    Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #27
    Dorothy Parker
    “She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #28
    Dorothy Parker
    “And if my heart be scarred and burned,
    The safer, I, for all I learned.”
    Dorothy Parker, Sunset Gun: Poems

  • #29
    Dorothy Parker
    “Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.”
    Dorothy Parker
    tags: love

  • #30
    Dorothy Parker
    “I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.”
    Dorothy Parker, Collected Stories

  • #31
    Dorothy Parker
    “Living well is the best revenge.”
    Dorothy Parker



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