“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
—Sigmund Freud
February 2012
38 posts
“I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire” —
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire” —
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.”
—1984 George Orwell
“I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I couldn’t be.”
—John Cheever
“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”
—J. D. Salinger
“You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.”
—Jorge Luis Borges
“At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it. I would have waited for the birds to fly by or the clouds to mingle, just as here I waited to see my lawyer’s ties and just as, in another world, I used to wait patiently until Saturday to hold Marie’s body in my arms. Now, as I think back on it, I wasn’t in a hollow tree trunk. There were others worse off than me. Anyway, it was one of Maman’s ideas and she often repeated it, that after awhile you could get used to anything.”
—Albert Camus The Stranger
“Truth is a battle of perceptions. People only see what they are prepared to confront. It’s not what you look at that matters, but what you see. And when different perceptions battle against one another, the truth has a way of getting lost and the monsters find a way getting out.”
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“This is to tell you about a young man named Ernest Hemingway who lives in Paris (an American), writes for the Transatlantic Review and has a brilliant future… I’d look him up right away. He’s the real thing.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald in a letter to Maxwell Perkins, ca. 1924
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“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”
—Ernest Hemingway
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here and I’m just as strange as you.”
—Frida Kahlo
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”
—Buddha
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
—Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”
—John Steinbeck Of Mice and Men
January 2012
29 posts
Anhelo su boca, su voz, su pelo. Silencioso y muerto de hambre, rondo a través de las calles. El pan no me alimenta, amanecer me interrumpe, yo busca todo el dia para la medida líquida de sus pasos.
Tengo hambre de su risa lisa, sus manos el color de una cosecha salvaje, hambre para las piedras pálidas de sus uñas, yo deseo comer su piel como una almendra entera.
Deseo comer el rayo de sol que señala por medio de luces en su cuerpo encantador, la nariz soberana de su cara arrogante, yo deseo comer la cortina efímera de sus latigazos,
y establezco el paso alrededor de hambriento, oliendo el crepúsculo, caza para usted, para su corazón caliente, como un puma en los barrens de Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
—Virginia Woolf
“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”
—Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
—Voltaire, Candide
