Aleksander

“He was so scared of what she wanted to say to him - that she had discovered his true being: that all he hid had been uncovered. That his mother had somehow found a mouth into his world and learned what he was. Not a boy anymore, or even a person.”
― B.R. Yeager, Amygdalatropolis

“God cannot know anything, will anything or do anything without me. With God I created myself, I created all things, and my hand holds up heaven, earth and all the creatures of the earth. Without me there is nothing.”
― Raoul Vaneigem, The Revolution of Everyday Life

“The nights are filled with explosion and motor transport, and wind that brings them up over the downs a last smack of the sea. Day begins with a hot cup and a cigarette over a little table with a weak leg that Roger has repaired, provisionally, with brown twine. There's never much talk but touches and looks, smiles together, curses for parting. It is marginal, hungry, chilly - most times they're too paranoid to risk a fire - but it's something they want to keep, so much that to keep it they will take on more than propaganda has ever asked them for. They are in love. Fuck the war.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“In any case, even if there’d been a war, it would have mirrored what was going on in my head.’

‘But how could war mirror anything inside your head? A war would have made you happy?’

‘Why not?’

‘So you think war could lead to revolution?’

‘I’m talking about war, not about what it could lead to.’

Nothing could have shocked her more cruelly than what I had just said.”
― Georges Bataille, Blue of Noon