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“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
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“Ik voelde me verdoofd van de slaap, want de slaap overdag is als de zonde van het vlees: hoe meer je ervan hebt gehad, hoe meer je ervan zou willen hebben, en toch voel je je ongelukkig, voldaan en onvoldaan tegelijkertijd.”
― The Name of the Rose
― The Name of the Rose
“Zowat het ergste dat een historisch gegroeide stad kan overkomen is dat zijn historische rijkdom geconsumeerd wordt als een apart te verteren stuk sneop, een 'historische' lekkernij in een toeristisch getto, een reclamefolder op ware grootte, een gemummificeerde achtergrond aan geen stad.”
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“I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It's already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.”
― Under the Net
― Under the Net
“A Prayer for The Wild at Heart
A prayer for the wild at heart
Kept in cages
I know how you long
To run wild and free
To feel your blood pumping
To hear your heart beating faster
Yet you can’t
For you are locked inside a prison
One that you will never escape
I can hear your howls of pain
And your growls of frustration
Pacing back and forth
Clawing at the bars
Tearing at your skin
Begging to be set free
Your eyes are wild of full hate
You face bears no smile
Only a snarl of anger
Blood drips from your hands
Blood from the people
Who didn’t understand
Your fearful whimpers fill the air
As you look to the full moon
And let out a mournful howl
Your voice gets louder
As I and the others join in
We let our pleads fill the night
As we sit in our cold cages
Praying someone will hear
- Tennessee Williams”
― Stairs to the Roof
A prayer for the wild at heart
Kept in cages
I know how you long
To run wild and free
To feel your blood pumping
To hear your heart beating faster
Yet you can’t
For you are locked inside a prison
One that you will never escape
I can hear your howls of pain
And your growls of frustration
Pacing back and forth
Clawing at the bars
Tearing at your skin
Begging to be set free
Your eyes are wild of full hate
You face bears no smile
Only a snarl of anger
Blood drips from your hands
Blood from the people
Who didn’t understand
Your fearful whimpers fill the air
As you look to the full moon
And let out a mournful howl
Your voice gets louder
As I and the others join in
We let our pleads fill the night
As we sit in our cold cages
Praying someone will hear
- Tennessee Williams”
― Stairs to the Roof
Colin’s 2024 Year in Books
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991 books
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608 books
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333 books
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558 books
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