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“All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, for beauty is always more than it is. The beauty I see in you isn’t here, next to me. What I see in you lives where I dream, far away from here. Beauty is a music which, heard in dreams, overflowed into life. But it’s not exactly life: it’s the life that dreamed.” -F.P.

“It’s neither death nor life that I want: it’s that other thing shining in the depths of longing, like a possible diamond in a pit one can’t descend.”

“It’s not with the eyes but with the soul that I see. It’s not with the ears but with the soul that I hear. And if someone should ask what the soul is, I’ll answer that it’s me.”

“To see and feel makes me feel a great hope, but I realize that hope is literary. And I’m doomed always to feel, like the world’s great damned men, that it’s better to think than to live.”

“The sunset spreads over the scattered clouds that dot the entire sky. An immense calm hangs over the city, which is also growing calmer. Everything breathes beyond color and sound, in a deep and hushed sigh.”

“𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐-”

“To achieve perfection would require a coldness foreign to man, and he would lose the human heart that makes him love perfection.”

“Next to me there now lies, neatly wrapped, your little brown dress with its colorful scarf. You left it in Kolbsheim. They are playing billiards here, it’s noisy, I had a hot chocolate. Goodbye. . .”

“In prose, through transposition, we’re able to render everything. There is prose that dances, sings and recites to itself. Immortality depends on the grammarians.”

“The desire for beauty is merely a heightened form of the desire for life.”

“All I want from life is to feel it being lost in these unexpected evenings. Another life, of city at nightfall. Towards the ocean, the light dies out in a livid white which is blued by greenish cold.”

“Let’s sit down here. From here we can see more of the sky. The vast expanse of these starry heights is soothing. Life hurts less as we look at them. Everything, finally, is destiny.”

“Falling in love with the color yellow. Wondering all the easy things. Comparing the sun to a lemon. Yes, yes. Words cutting into paper like flowers, like swords, like screams, like paint.”

“As the shadows assume shapes, I fight the slow retreat. Now, lightning new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight, still is.”

“Blurry lights—I have the impression that I’ve known hours of every color, loves of every flavor. Throughout my life I lived to excess, and I was never enough for myself, not even in my dreams.”

“I’m enchanted by pure dreams, those which have no relation to reality. Long corridors and cracks around the windows. All I want from myself is to observe life.”

“A beach in the sun. Warmth in the cool breeze from across the sea. I love with my gaze, and not even in fantasy. My natural destiny is to be a visual lover of nature’s shapes and forms.”

“One who lives life falsely, in dreams, is still living life. Dreaming is a confession of one’s need to live. Sea coves seen through castle loopholes. Life is a child’s game in the sand. . .”

“The outer world that I see is pure sensation.
I never forget that I feel. My days are so false, and I don’t even dream of trying to change them.”

“My mind is an endless stream of daydreams. Everything I am comes down to this. For I’m not just a dreamer, I’m exclusively a dreamer.”

“Slowly, as if in a daze, I grow calm, then numb.
I hover in the air, neither awake nor asleep, and find myself engulfed by another sort of reality, appearing from I don’t know where. . .”

“Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.”

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.”

“If I were asked right now what I want from this short life, I could think of nothing better than these long, slow minutes, this absence of thought and emotion. Whenever I see a cat lying in the sun, I think of humanity.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.”