May 2013
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So what can they tell us, the writers of dream books,
the scholars of oneiric...
– Wisława Szymborska, from “Dreams” (translated by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Baranczak)
You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly...
– Hope Mirrlees, Lud in the Mist
One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a...
– NEIL GAIMAN, American Gods
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Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries
which...
– Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
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“Where are you going this early in the day?” I asked.
“To buy...
– Colette, The Pure and the Impure (1931)
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Otrov nije mržnja, otrov je ljubav koja se poriče.
– Helene Cixous, Sanjarije divlje žene
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The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who...
– Brave New World, Aldous Huxley (via literarylust)
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’..This was life, that two people, no matter how carefully chosen, could...
– Doris Lessing, To Room Nineteen
Literary Lust: T.S. Eliot on Ezra Pound's editing... →
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INTERVIEWER
Does the manuscript of the original, uncut Waste Land exist?
ELIOT
Don’t ask me. That’s one of the things I don’t know. It’s an unsolved mystery. I sold it to John Quinn. I also gave him a notebook of unpublished poems, because he had been kind to me in various affairs. That’s the…
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being...
– D. H. Lawrence (via bettymaestrange)
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April 2013
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Everything was fermenting, growing, rising with the yeast of life. The joy of...
– Boris Pasternak, on the wind of change, in Doctor Zhivago
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You walk, and look like me,
Your eyes directed down.
I also used to lower...
– Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, You Walk, and Look Like Me
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Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would...
– W. B. Yeats, No Second Troy
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He turned his slow, rather full eyes, that had been drowned in such fathomless...
– D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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My dear,
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself...
– Albert Camus (via larmoyante)
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And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three....
– Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus
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A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk.
– James Joyce, Ulysses
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Ostavljam bolnim osmehom san,
da prođe i ode i mre.
Ljubav je put...
– Miloš Crnjanski, Putnik
Literary Lust: Anais Nin on D.H. Lawrence →
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“He confides in the intuition. He battles for the clairvoyance of it, through many chaotic pages. And this is purely a feminine battle. His moments of blind reactions strike a response in women.
Having touched the fundamental sources of woman’s attitude and impulses, the rest would naturally…
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Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword...
– Mikhail Bulgakov, The White Guard (via tetatet)
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I have already begun to forget about the house with the mezzanine, and only now...
– Anton Chekhov, The House with the Mezzanine
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Hundreds of miles of deserted, monotonous, blackened steppe could not so...
– Anton Chekhov, The House with the Mezzanine
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Then I had tea, & rambled down to Charing Cross in the dark, making up...
– The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume One 1915-1919 (via vwvw)
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You Learn —by Jorge Luis Borges →
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You Learn —by Jorge Luis Borges After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman,...