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“How wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Twelve years ago, I saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.”
“Wonderful indeed!” I repeated, pushing through the horror that had struck me dumb. “Twelve years ago, in vision or reality, I certainly saw you. I could not forget your face. It has remained before my eyes ever since.” that’s my shit right here

“That is to say, she believed that even before they met, they had occupied the same dream-city; and she believed that such a thing was as close to fate or destiny as you could come.” AAAARRGGHHHHHHHG

“You know what, sometimes it seems to me we’re living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what’s good and what isn’t, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves… And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.”

“Everything will pass.
The wise Man knows this from the start, and has no regrets.”

“I think we all feel great ambivalence at the sight of our own Horoscope. (...) We’d prefer to think we’re free, able to reinvent ourselves whenever we choose. This connection with something as great and monumental as the sky makes us feel uncomfortable. We’d rather be small, and then our petty little sins would be forgivable. Therefore I’m convinced that we should get to know our prison very well.”

GLYNDWR MENTIONED

“Nothing is an imitation further than as it resembles some other thing; and words undoubtedly have no sort of resemblance to the ideas for which they stand.”

“Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you…” :D

“Philosophy, as I have hitherto understood and lived it, is a voluntary living in ice and high mountains – a seeking after everything strange and questionable in existence, all that has hitherto been excommunicated by morality.”

“Right when I was being shot and ever since, I knew that I was watching television. The channels switch, but it's all television.”

"Rather than being a seer or endowed with the gift of prophecy [the artist] is something of a vicar whose job is legatine. There is only one tale to tell even though the telling is patient of endless development and ingenuity and can take on a million variant forms. I imagine something of this sort to be implicit in what Picasso is reported as saying: ‘I do not seek, I find’.

"Normally we should not have far to seek: the flowers for the muse’s garland would be gathered from the ancestral burial-mound—always and Inevitably fecund ground, yield¬ ing perennial and familiar blossoms, watered and, maybe, potted, perhaps ‘improved’, by ourselves. It becomes more difficult when the bulldozers have all but obliterated the mounds"

"The muse herself is adamant about this: she is indifferent to what the poet may wish he could feel, she cares only for what he in fact feels. In this she differs totally from her sister, the ‘Queen of the Moral Virtues’, who, fortunately for us, is concerned only with our will and intention."

“But alas! my lord, what is blood? what is nobility? We are all reptiles, miserable sinful creatures. It is piety alone that can distinguish us from the dust whence we sprung, and whither we must return.”

“Visions have always been my pasture; and so far from growing old enough to quarrel with their emptiness, I almost think there is no wisdom comparable to that of exchanging what is called the realities of life for dreams. Old castles and the babble of old people make one live back into centuries that cannot disappoint one. The dead have exhausted their power of deceiving—one can trust Catherine of Medicis now.”

Ummmmm............. ?????????

The way Ghost is one of the most lovable characters I’ve ever read and he’s just stuck inside this nightmare LET HIM OUTTTT!!!!

It takes a lot for me to keep thinking about how fucked up a story is but this is really doing it for me

“Why, you're Zillah's son," said Christian.” the way we already knew this information and i just kept thinking about how fucked up it all was but this scene still managed to leave me GAGGINGGGGG HOLY SHITTTTT oedipus level type shit this is crazyyy

No other feeling in the world better than starting a new book and being like I fw this character heavy from the outset and then getting anxious bc well Anything could happen now (im talking about Ghost. ofc.)

“People who like roller coasters have some sense of the speed and the dizziness of the fun, but your body is not confined to a track, for instead of a track it’s the rings of Saturn. You might be asked, Do you want to experience it? And the answer is, Yes, but then you have to relax.”

“The night gardener used to be a mathematician, and now speaks of mathematics as former alcoholics speak of booze, with a mixture of fear and longing. He told me that he had had the beginnings of a brilliant career but had quit altogether after encountering the work of Alexander Grothendieck” many such cases

“The physicist—like the poet—should not describe the facts of the world, but rather generate metaphors and mental connections.”

“Your mother,” he said distinctly, “is not crazy. Neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother. He is merely miscast in a play. He would have made a perfect knight, in a different century, or a very good pagan prince in a time of heroes. He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river, with the ability to do anything and finding nothing he wants to do.”

“it seems to me like I can remember colors, ’way back when I was a little kid. That was a long time ago. I stopped bein’ a little kid when I was five.”
This happened to de*n winchest*r

“I know that you can make a good case that all of human sorrow is grounded in injustice. And that sorrow is what is left when rage is expended and found to be impotent.”
GODDDDDDDDDD every reread just manages to punch me even more in the gut

This happened to hunter biden

“For all its benefits, modern technology is the outcome of an attitude that seeks to mask nature with collective fictions that comfort us with illusions of timelessness and permanence.”

“I can’t tell if people are really as disinterested as they appear or just extremely bored. Whatever—it’s infectious. People keep swatting away flies when they aren’t busy whispering or lurking. I’m just saying “Hi.” I’m just following directions. It’s really an alarming party and everyone is a monster. It’s also a mirror.”

“I could be in Malibu lying on a beach towel. It could be 1978 or 1983. The sky could be black with spaceships. I could be a lonely girl draping scarves over a dorm room lamp. All week I’ve been having dreams made up entirely of helicopter pull-away shots, revealing a giant metallic space, the word “beyond” floating above that space in white and gold letters.”