James

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I wanted to be famous, but you bring me age—my emptiness. Was it that which I thought would balloon me above the rest? Love? where are you? … love me. I want to rise so high, I said, that when I shit I won’t miss anybody.”
― William H. Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country and Other Stories

“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.”
― Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“That in some way he could work the fat off his soul the way a fighter went into the mountains to work and train in order to burn it out of his body”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories