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Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

by Cormac McCarthy

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A Damask of the Dead

by John Gale

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Ungernberg’s Quotes

“At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.”
― Salvador Dali

tags: age, ambition, dreaming, dreams, youth

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“Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein

tags: hell, solipsism

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“Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.”
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow

tags: sense-of-wonder

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“The anarchist, as the born foe of authority, will be destroyed by it after damaging it more or less. The anarch, on the other hand, has appropriated authority; he is sovereign. He therefore behaves as a neutral power vis-à-vis state and society. He may like, dislike, or be indifferent to whatever occurs in them. That is what determines his conduct; he invests no emotional values.”
― Ernst Jünger, Eumeswil

tags: anarch, anarchism, authority, state

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“Как книжный червь
Лишь я
Стою преградой аду
С Платоном в кобуре забытый на посту
Устал я подставлять ладони листопаду
Величественных книг
Написанных впусту
Устал я прозревать
Таинственные связи
Распавшихся времен, сменившихся небес
И с топором в руках
Оборонять от мрази
Я больше не хочу свой заповедный лес
Я знаю:
Ад войдет, бесчестье совершится
Ревущая орда нахлынет сквозь пролом
И в этот смертный миг
Всего одна страница
Сверкнет передо мной отчаянным крылом
Полуслучайный стих на клетчатом листочке
С водоворотом лет потерянно кружил...
И вдруг
Десяток фраз как взрыв сольются в точке,
Которую пойму,
Ради которой жил!

2000”
― Гейдар Джемаль, Окно в ночь. Стихотворения

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