“I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft
...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' ― Jack Kerouac
"If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be." ― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
"I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do." ― Robert A. Heinlein
"Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers." ― Tove Jansson, Sculptor's Daughter
"A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night." ― J. M. Barrie
“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell” ― Herman Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
“I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?” ― Sylvia Plath
"You’re a gentleman,” they used to say to him. “You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman." ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
"But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind." — Margaret Atwood
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted." — Sylvia Plath
“A boat by night is a wonderful sight. This is the way to start a new life, with a hurricane lamp shining at the top of the mast, and the coastline disappearing behind one as the whole world lies sleeping. Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.” ― Tove Jansson, Moominpappa at Sea
“One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.” ― Tove Jansson
"I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space." — Guy de Maupassant
"Clouds … I exist unconsciously and I’ll die unwillingly. I am the interval between what I am and what I am not, between what I dream and what life has made for me, the abstract, carnal halfway-house between things, like myself, that are nothing. Clouds …" — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine. ― Oscar Wilde
“I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.” — Tennessee Williams
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:44 pm (UTC)― Tove Jansson, Travelling Light
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:45 pm (UTC)― Tove Jansson
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:28 pm (UTC)― H.P. Lovecraft
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Date: 2012-01-08 07:21 pm (UTC)― Jack Kerouac
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:21 pm (UTC)― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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Date: 2012-01-10 12:53 pm (UTC)― Robert A. Heinlein
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Date: 2012-01-10 06:22 pm (UTC)― Tove Jansson, Sculptor's Daughter
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Date: 2012-01-10 06:22 pm (UTC)― J. M. Barrie
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Date: 2012-01-10 06:23 pm (UTC)― Herman Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
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Date: 2012-01-10 06:23 pm (UTC)― Sylvia Plath
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)― K. Vonnegut
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)— Margaret Atwood
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)— Anaïs Nin
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:28 pm (UTC)— Sylvia Plath
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Date: 2012-01-24 05:16 pm (UTC)― Tove Jansson, Moominpappa at Sea
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Date: 2012-01-24 05:17 pm (UTC)I met a little girl with a book under her arm.
I asked her why she was out so early and
she answered that there were too many books and
far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.”
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Date: 2012-01-24 05:18 pm (UTC)― Tove Jansson, Travelling Light
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Date: 2012-01-24 05:23 pm (UTC)― Umberto Eco, Baudolino
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Date: 2012-01-24 08:17 pm (UTC)― Sylvia Plath
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:57 pm (UTC)— Guy de Maupassant
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:57 pm (UTC)— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:58 pm (UTC)― Oscar Wilde
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Date: 2012-01-28 07:30 pm (UTC)— Tennessee Williams