January 2012
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I’m careful very careful
there’s an abyss beneath every word
– Bei Dao, from As Far as I Know
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You are free and that is why you are lost.
– Franz Kafka (via gcapet)
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December 2011
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Throughout the film the reporter kept up a ceaseless commentary in that eager,...
– Per Wahloo & Maj Sjowall, from The Terrorists
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My Favorite Things by Shuntaro Tanikawa
‘Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, Brown paper packages tied up with strings — These are a few of my favorite things.’ —Oscar Hammerstein No matter how much I like a thing actually owning it somewhat bores me. And no matter how much I like that thing not owning it makes me somewhat resentful of it....
A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is...
– Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms (via mythologyofblue)
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The words go swimming past you as if they were blue fish.
– Jack Spicer
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November 2011
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To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the written voice and the...
– Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
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People are very taken with the idea of success. Everybody wants to be...
– Saul Leiter
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October 2011
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I have dipped into books of aesthetics, but I had an uncomfortable feeling that...
– Jorge Luis Borges, Harvard lectures
September 2011
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Is the most important thing that we’re still alive? No, though that...
– Roberto Bolano, Memories of Juan Villoro
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So what is top-notch writing? The same thing it’s always been: the...
– Roberto Bolano, from Caracas Address in Beyond Parenthesis
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Portugal today; the world tomorrow. Pg 66-67 of "A... →
Long Lim translated in A Sul de Nenhum Norte #3
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Haruki Murakami: Town of Cats →
August 2011
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But there comes a day when the soul completely fills with desire for solitude,...
– Sandor Marai, from Portraits of a Marriage
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Would that all excellent books were foundlings, without father or mother, that...
– Herman Melville, “Hawthorne and His Mosses” (via invisiblestories)
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