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“Longtemps, mon seul but dans la vie était de m'autodétruire. Puis, une fois, j'ai eu envie de bonheur. C'est terrible, j'ai honte, pardonnez-moi : un jour, j'ai eu cette vulgaire tentation d'être heureux. Ce que j'ai appris depuis, c'est que c'était la meilleure manière de me détruire.”
― L'amour dure trois ans
― L'amour dure trois ans
“حالة نادرة من الاكتئاب أنا
حالة ليس لها شبيه
أنا الحزن بكل ألوانه
أنا اليأس بكل أشكاله
أنا الإحباط
أنا التيه
أنا نهر دمع بلا مصب
أنا الجرح الذي لا يجد من يداويه
لا حبيب لي و لا رفاق
كل ما أملك قلم ورزمة أوراق”
― عصفور المقهى
حالة ليس لها شبيه
أنا الحزن بكل ألوانه
أنا اليأس بكل أشكاله
أنا الإحباط
أنا التيه
أنا نهر دمع بلا مصب
أنا الجرح الذي لا يجد من يداويه
لا حبيب لي و لا رفاق
كل ما أملك قلم ورزمة أوراق”
― عصفور المقهى
“Oh diary, I love her, I love her, I love her so much. Jordana is the most amazing person I have ever met. I could eat her. I could drink her blood. She's the only person I would allow to be shrunk to microscopic size and explore me in a tiny submersible machine. She is wonderful and beautiful and sensitive and funny and sexy. She's too good for me, she's too good for anyone! All I could do was let her know. I said: "I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.”
― Submarine
― Submarine
“the crunch too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or tears haters lovers strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks armies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins. or an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe. 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. people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other. I suppose they never will be. I don’t ask them to be. but sometimes I think about it. the beads will swing the clouds will cloud and the killer will behead the child like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone. too much too little too fat too thin or nobody more haters than lovers. people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. meanwhile I look at young girls stems flowers of chance. there must be a way. surely there must be a way we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say “no.”
― Love is a Dog from Hell
― Love is a Dog from Hell
“Dispassionately, reasonably, he contemplated the failure that his life must appear to be. He had wanted friendship and the closeness of friendship that might hold him in the race of mankind; he had had two friends, one of whom had died senselessly before he was known, the other of whom had now withdrawn so distantly into the ranks of the living that...
He had wanted the singleness and the still connective passion of marriage; he had had that, too, and he had not known what to do with it, and it had died. He had wanted love; and he had had love, and had relinquished it, had let it go into the chaos of potentiality. Katherine, he thought. "Katherine."
And he had wanted to be a teacher, and he had become one; yet he knew, he had always known, that for most of his life he had been an indifferent one. He had dreamed of a kind of integrity, of a kind of purity that was entire; he had found compromise and the assaulting diversion of triviality. He had conceived wisdom, and at the end of the long years he had found ignorance. And what else? he thought. What else?
What did you expect? he asked himself.”
― Stoner
He had wanted the singleness and the still connective passion of marriage; he had had that, too, and he had not known what to do with it, and it had died. He had wanted love; and he had had love, and had relinquished it, had let it go into the chaos of potentiality. Katherine, he thought. "Katherine."
And he had wanted to be a teacher, and he had become one; yet he knew, he had always known, that for most of his life he had been an indifferent one. He had dreamed of a kind of integrity, of a kind of purity that was entire; he had found compromise and the assaulting diversion of triviality. He had conceived wisdom, and at the end of the long years he had found ignorance. And what else? he thought. What else?
What did you expect? he asked himself.”
― Stoner
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