He's a collector. That's the great dead thing in him.
I know I can't do things like love by halves, I know I have love pent up in me, I shall throw myself away, lose my heart and my body and my mind and soul to some cad like G.P. Who'll betray me. I feel...
I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above...
Love is something that comes in different clothes, with a different way and different face, and perhaps it takes a long time for you to accept it, to be able to call it love.
M. I’ve never really thought of M objectively before, as another person. She’s always been my mother I’ve hated or been ashamed of. Yet of all the lame ducks I’ve met or heard of, she’s the lamest. I’...
Man is an everlack, an infinite withoutness, afloat on an apparently endless ocean of apparently endless indifference to individual things. Obscurely he sees catastrophes happening to other rafts, raf...
My only certainty in life is that I shall one day die. I can be certain of nothing else in the future. But either we survive (and so far in human history a vast majority has always survived) and havin...
Nu poti sa urasti pe cineva deja infrant.Care, fara tine, nu va mai fi niciodata om intreg.
Nu va vorbi niciodată, nu va ierta, nu va întinde niciodată mîna, va rămîne de-a pururi înacest prezent îngheţat. Totul este suspendat în aşteptare: copacii de toamnă, cerul de toamnă, trecătoriianoni...
One writes things and the implications shriek- it's like suddenly realizing one's deaf.
Our stereotyping societies force us to feel more alone. They stamp masks on us and isolate out real selves. We all live in two worlds: the old comfortable man-centred world of absolutes and the harsh...
Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.
Seven men inhabit the raft. The pessimist, for whom the good things of life are no more than lures to prolong suffering; the egocentric, whose motto is 'Carpe diem' - enjoy today - and who does his be...
Sex is just an activity, like anything else. It's not dirty, it's just two people playing with each other's bodies. Like dancing. Like a game.
She died.I had to prompt him.Soon after?In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916. I tried to see the expression on his face, but it was too dark. There was a typhoid epidemic. She was worki...
She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them.
The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty.As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they built! Or could live in them all. It's obvious, it stares you in the fact. T...
The sun moved, came on me, made me erotic.Sometimes to return is a vulgarity.The profoundest distances are never geographical.
The thin end of the sensible clothes wedge had been inserted in society by the disgraceful Mrs Bloomer a decade and a half before the year of which I write; but that early attempt at the trouser suit...
We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.
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