What about your beloved Epictetus? Or your beloved Emily Dickinson? You want your Emily, every time she has an urge to write a poem, to just sit down and say a prayer till her nasty, egotistical urge...
What might happen, though, I might walk up the the edge of it, just to have a look at the bottom, for instance, and my sister might come up and sort of push me in. I could fracture my skull and die in...
Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?
You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you.
You don't know how to talk to people you don't like. Don't love, really. You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
You're a real prince. You're a gentleman and a scholar, kid.
Zooey said... It would be very nice to come home and be in the wrong house. To eat dinner with the wrong people by mistake, sleep in the wrong bed by mistake, and kiss everybody good-bye in the mornin...
[..] you dirty little bookworm.
[Y]ou’re someone who took up birds in the first place because they fired your imagination; they fascinated you because ‘they seemed of all created beings the nearest to pure spirit- those little creat...
¿Quién necesita flores cuando ya se ha muerto? Nadie.
Виж какво, седнеш ли да пишеш, винаги гледай да се сещаш, че преди да станеш писател, дълго време си бил читател. Запечатал веднъж това в главата си, сядаш спокойно и се запитваш каква творба би се ха...
تمام آن مزخرفاتی که توی مجله ساتردی ایونینگ پست و آن جور مجله ها توی کاریکاتورها می کشند که مردهایی را نشان می دهد که گوشه خیابان ها مثل خوک تیرخورده ایستاده اند، چون معشوقه شان دیر کرده است - این ها...
لا تروي ما حدث لك مثلما فعلت أنا، لأي إنسان، لأنك حين تفعل ذلك فلسوف تفتقد كل الناس .
Идва вълна! - извика Сибил, поуплашена.- Няма да ѝ обърнем внимание. Ще я отминем с презрение – каза младият мъж. – Ние сме двама високомерни.Here comes a wave, Sybil said nervously.We'll ignore it. W...
What gets me about D.B., though, he hated the war so much, and yet he got me to read this book A Farewell to Arms last summer. He said it was so terrific. That's what I can't understand. It had this g...
Something happens, and the words get synchronized with the person's heartbeats, and then you're actually praying without ceasing...
Ще си вземем под наем смокинги и тържествено ще се появим на вратата към сцената с букет кученца.
After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances. I may be an orange peel.
An Aesthetic Saint
And I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
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