Lauren

“In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“The religion of orgasm: utilitarianism projected into sex life; efficiency versus indolence; coition reduced to an obstacle to be got past as quickly as possible in order to reach an ecstatic explosion, the only true goal of love-making and of the universe.”
― Milan Kundera, Slowness

“You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed.
She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant,
Three geese in a flock
one flew east
one flew west
one flew over the cuckoo's nest”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest