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  • #1
    Haruki Murakami
    “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #5
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #6
    Sophocles
    “To throw away an honest friend is, as it were, to throw your life away”
    Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

  • #7
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

  • #8
    Terry Pratchett
    “Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”
    Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
    Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
    It lies behind stars and under hills,
    And empty holes it fills,
    It comes first and follows after,
    Ends life, kills laughter.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

  • #10
    Kate DiCamillo
    “Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.”
    Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

  • #11
    Toba Beta
    “No gravity, no fallen angels.”
    Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

  • #12
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #13
    Mervyn Peake
    “Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices; the baskets of fresh grass; the skulls and spines; the ribs and shoulder-blades. Forget nothing or, by the blindness of my sockets, I will have your hearts out. Take him away...”
    Mervyn Peake, Boy in Darkness and Other Stories

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #15
    August Strindberg
    “There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.”
    August Strindberg, The ghost sonata

  • #16
    Jane Austen
    “Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #17
    Margaret Cho
    “Just because you are blind, and unable to see my beauty doesn't mean it does not exist.”
    Margaret Cho

  • #18
    Neil Gaiman
    “There's none so blind as those who will not listen.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #19
    C. JoyBell C.
    “You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “If I never see you again
    I will always carry you
    inside
    outside

    on my fingertips
    and at brain edges

    and in centers
    centers
    of what I am of
    what remains.”
    Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “Yes Yes

    when God created love he didn't help most
    when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
    when God created plants that was average
    when God created hate we had a standard utility
    when God created me He created me
    when God created the monkey He was asleep
    when He created the giraffe He was drunk
    when He created narcotics He was high
    and when He created suicide He was low

    when He created you lying in bed
    He knew what He was doing
    He was drunk and He was high
    and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

    He made some mistakes
    but when He created you lying in bed
    He came all over His Blessed Universe.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “when we were kids
    laying around the lawn
    on our
    bellies

    we often talked
    about
    how
    we'd like to
    die

    and
    we all
    agreed on the
    same
    thing;

    we'd all
    like to die
    fucking

    (although
    none of us
    had
    done any
    fucking)

    and now
    that
    we are hardly
    kids
    any longer

    we think more
    about
    how
    not to
    die

    and
    although
    we're
    ready

    most of
    us
    would
    prefer to
    do it
    alone

    under the
    sheets

    now
    that

    most of
    us

    have fucked
    our lives
    away.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “The area dividing the brain and the soul
    Is affected in many ways by experience --
    Some lose all mind and become soul:
    insane.
    Some lose all soul and become mind:
    intellectual.
    Some lose both and become:
    accepted.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Kinky Friedman
    “My dear,
    Find what you love and let it kill you.
    Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
    Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
    For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
    ~ Falsely yours”
    Kinky Friedman

  • #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
    “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

  • #27
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #28
    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

  • #29
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #30
    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



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