A monster is someone who’s being monstered.
أحسست بالرغبة في أن تلقي الشرطة القبض علي و توجه لي تهمة حيازة عقل لا يمكنني التحكم فيه.
The truth is a tattoo on your forehead. You can’t see it yourself. I am your mirror.
It was easy to see that he was clever and well read, but he was also boring.
I love the razor’s edge. I want to be cut open. My terror is of a bourgeois, ordinary life. I can’t bear the everyday constraint. I believe that ordinariness would put out my spark, such as it is.
Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy.
He was, after all, just a man. And not merely a narrative.
Elle vivait seule et travaillait plus dur que quiconque, évitait les contagions petites-bourgeoises: le doute de soi, le mépris des études, l'ennui.
One would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesn’t. You just end up thinking, who is this person?
One of his black girlfriends did once persuade him to go on an anti-racist demonstration; and when the National Front yelled, Get back, Pakis! Chili, wearing a mink-coloured suit, had annoyed everyone...
O motorista fez uma curva fechada à esquerda, saiu da pista e entrou numa estradinha de terra, no meio de algumas árvores, parando em seguida. Ele nos jogou para fora do carro e ordenou que o seguísse...
If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity -- to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain a...
He had some impression that happiness was beyond him and everything was coming down, and that life could not be grasped but only lived.
Act – make an event. Smash the coordinates and see where the smithereens fly. Let in the madness, and be sure to be a danger to oneself and others. Too much thinking turns you into that fool Hamlet.
Behind him a string of broken women has hardly been alive.
The girl had many virtues: money, a car--a gold-coloured Capri, in which she played the latest funk--a big house and a rich father. When Valentin asked, 'What does your boyfriend do?' she replied, 'Bu...
The best stories are the open ones, those you don’t quite understand.
Someone to whom jokes are never told soon contracts enthusiasm deficiency.
Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.
Most people don’t know how to maximize their pleasure, Harry, they sexualize their pain.