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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger.

- Ivan Turgenev

Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

have u guys seen the actual unedited bunker pictures

James Baldwin.

Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.

— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923

obsessed where stories where it is like. the mistakes are unfixable and the worst thing that could happen happened and nothing can go back to how it was. but there was still love in this and love will continue after this and love endures always.

It's a pale, silent day: I would like to be walking in a wood, far away.

Katherine Mansfield in a diary entry dated 21 October 1918

I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

I’ll never not sob over these 2 shots.

my psychiatrist just diagnosed me with 19th century russian literature character

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself, 1856

"I exist as I am, that is enough,

If no other in the world be aware I sit content,

And if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me,

and that is myself..."

Walt Whitman

Song of Myself

read classic poetry in the bath.  scratch shakespeare quotes into your desk.  keep black-and-white pictures in a golden locket.  learn the language you’ve always wanted to learn.  dance in the rain, even if you’re not sure how.  read wikipedia pages on unsolved mysteries at two in the morning.  live your life the way you want to, make your own rules, become who you’ve dreamed of being.  because really, who’s stopping you?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Short Story" in The Collected Poems

“You may think: What’s happened? Good God, are they kidding? But it is a rule of life, alas, that nobody is kidding.”

— Andrew Sean Greer, Less Is Lost

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated 14 August 1918

Russian Literature

Tokyo Story (Yasujiro Ozu, 1953)

- Hanif Kureishi, from "The Buddha of Suburbia"

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

“You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside a photocopier.”

— Douglas Coupland, Player One