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“I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when something goes wrong. I think I have a dream, but most of the days I’m still sleeping. The grass is cut. It smells like strawberries. Today I finished four books and cleaned my drawers.
Do you believe in a God? Can I tell you about Icarus? How he flew too close to the sun?

I want to make coming home your favourite part of the day. I want to leave tiny little words lingering in your mind, on nights when you’re far away and can’t sleep. I want to make everything around us beautiful; make small things mean a little more. Make you feel a little more. A little better, a little lighter. The coffee is warm, this cup is yours. I want to be someone you can’t live without.

I want to be someone you can’t live without.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss

“For Lacan, language is a gift as dangerous to humanity as the horse was to the Trojans: it offers itself to our use free of charge, but once we accept it, it colonizes us.”
― Slavoj Žižek, How To Read Lacan

“Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow–cheeked, and dull–eyed. You will suffer horribly… Ah! realise your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing… A new Hedonism—that is what our century wants.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Vecht het?' lach je met de ogen dicht. 'Wel, laat het vechten, mijn zoet...'
Het vecht in mijn kop zoals het buiten sneeuwt of hagelt. Zoals de tuinwegel, glad van mos, zich door de boomgaard een weg zoekt in zichzelf en de hele dag door van het hek van het achtererf naar de stallen, van de stallen onder de kruinen naar de straatkant zichzelf bewandelt . Alles is voortdurend en onophoudelijk en rusteloos bezig met er te zijn.”
― Erwin Mortier, Alle dagen samen