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  • #1
    Tan Malaka
    “BERGELAP-GELAPLAH DALAM TERANG, BERTERANG-TERANGLAH DALAM GELAP ! ”
    Tan Malaka

  • #2
    W.S. Rendra
    “Allah!
    Betapa indahnya sepiring nasi panas
    Semangkuk sup dan segelas kopi hitam”
    W.S. Rendra

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?”
    Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “Do you hate people?”

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

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “she is no longer
    the beautiful woman
    she was. she sends
    photos of herself
    sitting upon a rock
    by the ocean
    alone and damned.
    I could have had
    her once. I wonder
    if she thinks I
    could have
    saved her?”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #7
    Honoré de Balzac
    “Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.”
    Honoré de Balzac

  • #8
    Thomas Jefferson
    “I think one travels more usefully when they travel alone, because they reflect more."

    (Letter to John Banister, Jr., June 19, 1787)”
    Thomas Jefferson, The Papers of Thomas Jefferson: Vol 11, January 1787 to August 1787

  • #9
    “You should date a girl who reads.
    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

    Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

    She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

    Buy her another cup of coffee.

    Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

    She has to give it a shot somehow.

    Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

    Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

    Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

    If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

    You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

    You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

    Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

    Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
    Rosemarie Urquico

  • #10
    Milan Kundera
    “Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #11
    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

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting”
    Bukowski C.

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
    Charles Bukowski, Pulp: Charles Bukowski's Final Hardboiled Noir Comedy – Lady Death, Aliens, and the Absurd

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “people run from rain but
    sit
    in bathtubs full of
    water.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “I feel strangely normal.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide.
    I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going to
    die and you are going to die and the cats are going to die
    but it's still good to stretch out and know you have arms
    and
    feet and a head, hands, all the parts, even eyes to close
    once
    more, it really helps to know these things, to know your
    advantages
    and your limitations, but why do the cats have to die, I
    think that the
    world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
    cats and
    rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
    night.”
    Charles Bukowski, Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “I'm tired of waiting to die. Let's go out.”
    Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

  • #20
    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

    there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
    but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
    and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
    never know that he's in there

    there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him
    I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
    you want to screw up the works?
    you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

    there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
    but I'm too clever,
    I only let him out at night sometimes
    when everybody's asleep
    I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
    then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there
    I haven't quite let him die.

    and we sleep together like that
    with our secret pact
    and it's nice enough to make a man weep

    but I don't weep, do you?”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #21
    Pramoedya Ananta Toer
    “Dan alangkah indah kehidupan tanpa merangkak-rangkak di hadapan orang lain”
    Pramoedya Ananta Toer

  • #22
    George Orwell
    “Mengapa pengemis direndahkan? Aku yakin alasannya sangat sederhana, yaitu karena mereka gagal hidup layak. Dalam prakteknya, orang tidak peduli apakah suatu pekerjaan itu berguna atau tidak, produktif atau bersifat parasit; satu-satunya hal yang penting adalah bahwa pekerjaan itu harus menguntungkan. Dalam semua perbincangan modern tentang efisiensi, pelayanan sosial dan lain-lain, adakah makna lain selain 'Dapatkan uang, bikin jadi legal, dan dapatkan banyak-banyak'? Uang sudah menjadi alat ukur utama moralitas. Dengan ukuran ini pengemis gagal, dan karenanya mereka direndahkan. Kalau orang bisa berpendapatan sepuluh pound seminggu sebagai pengemis, profesi ini akan segera menduduki posisi terhormat. Seorang pengemis, dilihat secara realistis, adalah sekedar seorang pengusaha yang mencoba bertahan hidup, seperti halnya pengusaha lain, dengan cara menggunakan tangannya. Dia tidak pernah menjual kehormatannya, lebih dari kebanyakan orang modern; dia hanya berbuat kesalahan dengan memilih usaha yang tidak memberinya kemungkinan untuk jadi kaya (hal. 268)”
    George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London

  • #23
    Albert Camus
    “I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”
    Albert Camus, The Fall

  • #24
    Milan Kundera
    “Living is being happy: seeing, hearing, touching, drinking, eating, urinating, defecating, diving into the water and gazing at the sky, laughing and crying.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #25
    Milan Kundera
    “The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything. When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead. The totalitarian world, whether founded on Marx, Islam, or anything else, is a world of answers rather than questions. There, the novel has no place.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #26
    Milan Kundera
    “Let us define our terms. A woman who writes her lover four letters a day is not a graphomaniac, she is simply a woman in love. But my friend who xeroxes his love letters so he can publish them someday--my friend is a graphomaniac. Graphomania is not a desire to write letters, diaries, or family chronicles (to write for oneself or one's immediate family); it is a desire to write books (to have a public of unknown readers). In this sense the taxi driver and Goethe share the same passion. What distinguishes Goethe from the taxi driver is the result of the passion, not the passion itself.

    "Graphomania (an obsession with writing books) takes on the proportions of a mass epidemic whenever a society develops to the point where it can provide three basic conditions:

    1. a high degree of general well-being to enable people to devote their energies to useless activities;
    2. an advanced state of social atomization and the resultant general feeling of the isolation of the individual;
    3. a radical absence of significant social change in the internal development of the nation. (In this connection I find it symptomatic that in France, a country where nothing really happens, the percentage of writers is twenty-one times higher than in Israel. Bibi [character from the book] was absolutely right when she claimed never to have experienced anything from the outside. It is this absence of content, this void, that powers the moter driving her to write).

    "But the effect transmits a kind of flashback to the cause. If general isolation causes graphomania, mass graphomania itself reinforces and aggravates the feeling of general isolation. The invention of printing originally promoted mutual understanding. In the era of graphomania the writing of books has the opposite effect: everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #27
    Milan Kundera
    “That is when I understood the magical meaning of the circle. If you go away from a row, you can still come back into it. A row is an open formation. But a circle closes up, and if you go away from it, there is no way back. It is not by chance that the planets move in circles and that a rock coming loose from one of them goes inexorably away, carried off by centrifugal force. Like a meteorite broken off from a planet, I left the circle and have not stopped falling. Some people are granted their death as they are whirling around, and others are smashed at the end of their fall. And these others (I am one of them) always retain a kind of faint yearning for that lost ring dance, because we are all inhabitants of a universe where everything turns in circles.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #28
    Milan Kundera
    “In the political jargon of those days, the word "intellectual" was an insult. It indicated someone who did not understand life and was cut off from the people. All the Communists who were hanged at the time by other Communists were awarded such abuse. Unlike those who had their feet solidly on the ground, they were said to float in the air. So it was fair, in a way, that as punishment the ground was permanently pulled out from under their feet, that they remained suspended a little above the floor.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #29
    Simone Elkeles
    “Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me.
    “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.”
    Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

  • #30
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”
    Ernest Hemingway



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