Jenny Lang

“Barney, when a man gets old enough, trapped enough, hungry enough, weary enough — he’ll suck dick, tit, eat shit to stay alive; either that or suicide. the human race ain’t got it, man. it’s a bad crowd.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Most Beautiful Woman in Town & Other Stories

“It's the strange thing about you mystics, how often your little ecstasies wear a skirt.”
― John Updike, Rabbit, Run

“And to speak of solitude again, it becomes clearer and clearer that fundamentally this is nothing that one can choose or refrain from. We are solitary. We can delude ourselves about this and act as if it were not true. That is all. But how much better it is to recognize that we are alone; yes, even to begin from this realization. It will, of course, make us dizzy; for all points that our eyes used to rest on are taken away from us, there is no longer anything near us, and everything far away is infinitely far.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Read as little as possible of literary criticism — such things are either partisan opinions, which have become petrified and meaningless, hardened and empty of life, or else they are just clever word-games, in which one view wins today, and tomorrow the opposite view.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet