He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.
I think being a woman is like being Irish... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
—No niegas que hay una causalidad… —dijo Morgan que estaba decidida a no enfadarse con él. Pero deseaba de todo corazón que se marchara.Julius se sentó en uno de los sillones, quitó un cojín y se puso...
Human beings crave for novelty and welcome even wars. Who opens the morning papers without the wild hope of huge headlines announcing another great disaster? Provided of course that it affects other p...
But very few ordeals are redemptive and I doubt if the descent into hell teaches anything new. It can only hasten processes which are already in existence, and usually this just means that it degrades...
there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart
Time. Some of my friends think that Finn is cracked, but
When does one ever know a human being? Perhaps only after one has realized the impossibility of knowledge and renounced the desire for it and finally ceased to feel even the need of it. But then what...
What a queer gamble our existence is. We decide to do A instead of B and then the two roads diverge utterly and may lead in the end to heaven and to hell. Only later one sees how much and how awfully...
There are mysterious agencies of the human mind which, like roving gases, travel the world, causing pain and mutilation, without their owners having any full awareness, or even any awareness at all, o...
It is necessary to write, that much is clear, and to write in a way quite unlike any way which I have employed before.
Existentialism, in both its Continental and its Anglo-Saxon versions, is an attempt to solve the problem without really facing it: to solve it by attributing to the individual an empty, lonely freedom...
I think I fell in love with you when you were shouting at Romeo and Juliet, 'Don't touch each other!')
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
Youth is a marvelous garment
We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
The painter and the writer are not just copyists or even illusionists, but through some deeper vision of their subject-matter may become privileged truth tellers.
The exercise of power is a dangerous delight.
The death of God has set the angels free. And they are terrible. There are principalities and powers. Angels are the thoughts of God. Now he had been dissolved into his thoughts which are beyond our c...
Singing is of course a form of aggression.