Brandon Alan

“When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame Santeuil had not the courage to refuse. But, as soon as Jean's uncle had gone home, she threw them away, saying that they already had more than enough in the way of luggage. And then Jean cried because he had been separated from the darling creatures which he would have liked to take with him to Paris, and because of his mother's naughtiness.”
― Marcel Proust, Jean Santeuil

“To be normal is the ideal aim for the unsuccessful.”
― C.G. Jung

“At some point my need for a solution was replaced by the poetry of my continuous failure.”
― Charles Simic, Dime-Store Alchemy

“I'll go this minute!' Of course, I remained.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground