The writer, indeed every real artist, was the devil, rivalling God in creativity, trying even to surpass him. God was surely man’s most fatal creation, the devil’s kitsch bitch. It was God, with his i...
The world is made from our imagination ; our eyes enliven it , as our hands give it shape.Wanting makes it thrive; meaning is what you put in , not what you extract. you can only see what you are incl...
Sé que el amor es un trabajo sucio; tienes que mancharte las manos. Si te mantienes a distancia, no sucede nada interesante. Además, debes encontrar la distancia adecuada entre las personas. Si están...
Papá me enseñó a coquetear con todo el mundo, chicas y chicos, y acabé por considerar el encanto -y no la cortesía o la franquza, o incluso la decencia- la principal virtud mundana
Papá me enseñó a coquetear con todo el mundo, chicas y chicos, y acabé por considerar el encanto -y no la cortesía o la franqueza, o incluso la decencia- la principal virtud mundana
Nije li erotika neutaziva glad koja samu sebe pothranjuje?
He was, after all, just a man. And not merely a narrative.
He felt like a criminal, though the only laws he'd broken were his own, and he wasn't sure which ones they were.
Harry had loved most of the arts long enough to know that artists had to be excused failings which would condemn the general population.
For him, the writer should be the very devil, a disturber of dreams and wrecker of fatuous utopias, the bringer-in of reality, and rival of God in his wish to make worlds.
Desire makes me laugh because it makes fools of us all. Still, rather a fool than a fascist.
Artists were allowed, indeed encouraged, to lead more libidinous lives on behalf of others who had, of necessity, to leave their jouissance at the door while they worked.
Ako pomislim što je pakao - to je kad si sam zauvijek u sobi 101 i nemaš što čitati osim njegovih (Orwellovih) knjiga.
صرت مقتنعاً أن الفتنة الشخصية لا الرصانة ولا النزاهة ولا حتى اللياقة هي أولى المواهب الاجتماعية، حتى أنني صرت اعجب بالاشخاص الغلظاء أو الرذلاء شرط أن يكونوا مثيرين للاهتمام .
تتساءل لماذا يتحمّل الناس كل ذلك، لأنهم اعتادوا على ذلك. و لم يعد بإمكانهم أن يروا إمكانية أن تكون الأشياء مختلفة. ما يفاجئني ليس الكم الكثير الذي يطلبه الناس، بل القليل الذي يطلبونه.
You can’t just let people down, dammit.
The world is simple: it’s just a matter of cafés where they like you, and cafés where they don’t.
Women are brought up to think of others. [...] When I start to think of myself I feel sick.
Watching Jamila sometimes made me think the world was divided into three sorts of people: those who knew what they wanted to do; those (the unhappiest) who never knew what their purpose in life was; a...
Truth telling, therefore, has to be an ultimate value, until it clashes with another ultimate value, pleasure, at which point, to state the obvious, there is conflict.