Ewa

“I lived so carefully, thinking someone was watching. But the stage was empty, the audience never came.”
― Osamu Dazai

“For we die every day; oblivion thrives
Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives,
And our best yesterdays are now foul piles
Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“Nic nie jest poważne samo w sobie, nie jest w ogóle żadne. Wszystko jest nijakie. Jeżeli sami nie nadamy rzeczom jakiegoś charakteru, utoniemy w tej nijakości. Musimy stworzyć jakieś znaczenia, jeżeli nie ma ich w naturze.”
― Sławomir Mrożek

“In spite of everything I love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck–even then. And afterwards–perhaps most of all afterwards–I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I… we shall connect the points… and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading