Umarani

“Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted”
― Max Ernst

“Tell me Zach.” I don’t know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. “And don’t lie to me.”
― Ally Carter, Out of Sight, Out of Time

“Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the horses didn't want it — they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices "No, not yet," and the sky said "No, not there.”
― E.M. Forster, A Passage to India

“J'ai commencé ma vie comme je la finirai sans doute : au milieu des livres.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, The Words: The Autobiography of Jean-Paul Sartre