February 2012
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“This monster, the body, this miracle, its pain, will soon make us taper into...”
– Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill (via frenchtwist
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“Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination...”
– Fernando Pessoa
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“The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant,...”
– Georges Bataille, Guilty
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“Now I can no longer laugh at anything or anyone; I am alone with my sorrow. I...”
– Renzo Novatore ‘Black Roses’ (via shuashbuckler)
“Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not...”
– Dorriane Laux (via euchrid)
“For according to Spinoza, Good has no more sense than Evil: in Nature there is...”
– Gilles Deleuze, Expressionism in Philosophy: Spinoza (via hollovv)
“A book has neither object nor subject; it is made of various formed matters, and...”
– Deleuze & Guattari (via lucjanlocke)
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“Reality is here and now, everywhere, gleaming through every reflection that...”
– Henry Miller, quoted in the Introduction to D&G’s Anti-Oedipus
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“I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.”
– Charles Bukowski, Women (via human-voices)
January 2012
“I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.”
– Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
