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“I see black light (his last words)”
― Victor Hugo

“I now walk into the wild.”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”
― John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

“And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.”
― Paul Simon, Lyrics 1964-2008

“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“The writers job is to get naked,
To hide nothing.
To look away from nothing.
To look at it.
To not blink.
To be not embarrassed or shamed of it.
Strip it down and lets get down to where the blood is, the bone is.
Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!”
― Harry Crews

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“the last at last seen of him
himself unseen by him
and of himself”
― Samuel Beckett, Murphy

“Let me tell you something about meditation. At the absolute center, is the vortex we are spun from like clay, there is a shaping hand which is neither Godlike nor peaceful as you imagine.”
― Forrest Gander, Torn Awake

“all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.”
― richard brautigan

“Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.”
― Stanisław Lem, Solaris

“black beyond black”
― blake butler

“Only once can I say “I’m dying” without telling a lie. The best day of my life may already be behind me.”
― Edouard Leve, Amérique

“I am dead because I have no desire,
I have no desire because I think I possess,
I think I possess because I do not try to give;
Trying to give, I see that I have nothing,
Seeing that I have nothing, I try to give myself,
Trying to give myself, I see that I am nothing,
Seeing that I am nothing, I desire to become,
Desiring to become, I live.”
― René Daumal

“Boast of Quietness

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to
understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“The most beautiful part of your body
is where it’s headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.”
― Ocean Vuong

“Becoming is an antimemory.”
― Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“Time, which sees to everything, has provided the solution,
despite yourself.
Time, that knows the answer, has continued to flow.
It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier,
that everything starts again,
that everything starts,
that everything continues”
― Georges Perec, Un homme qui dort

“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“A green world, a scene of green, deep / with light blues, the greens made deep / by those blues. One thinks how / in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen /
(through a window, maybe) far behind the serene /
sitter’s face, the serene pose, as though/in some impossible mirror, face to back, / human serenity gazed at a green world / which gazed at this face.”
― William Bronk, Selected Poems

“A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
― Walter Benjamin

“Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

“To say a feeling, an impression is to diminish it - expel it”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

“In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world’s coat.”
― Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”
― Viktor E. Frankl

“The future is unwritten.”
― Joe Strummer

“Assimilation is sometimes the most effective kind of assassination.”
― Mark Fisher, k-punk: The Collected and Unpublished Writings of Mark Fisher

“Still in the process of becoming, the soul makes room.”
― Amina Cain, Indelicacy

“We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.”
― Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck

“To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.”
― Paul Valéry