I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.
He got up and said, I think you’ve got something in you. I don’t know. Women very rarely have. I mean most women just want to be good at something, they’ve got good-at minds, and they mean deftness an...
Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.
But she finally had the good sense to see that a long, dull and predictable future was an expensive price to pay for the satisfaction of a passing sexual attraction.
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
ليست المسألة هى أننا لا نؤمن وانما هى أننا لا نستطيع أن نؤمن
كلما فهمت الحرية على نحو افضل , كلما اصبحت اقل امتلاكاً لها
Она хорошая, хорошая, но ее любопытство стягивает меня, как сеть. Я - будто уродливый паразит, который может существовать лишь при удачном стечении обстоятельств, в неком непрочном симбиозе. Те, что н...
Was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope—an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape. And my feelings, at the end of that wretched term, were those of a man who knows he's...
She would give herself violently, then yawn at the wrongest moment. She would spend all one day cleaning up the flat, cooking, ironing. Then, pass the next three or four Boheminanly on the floor in fr...
From this skull-rock strange golden roots throwIkons and incidents; the man in the maskManipulates. I am the fool that fallsAnd never learns to wait and watch,Icarus eternally damned, the dupe of time...
Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing, I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking...It is not...
Boredom, the numbing, annual predictability of life hung over the staff like a cloud. And it was real boredom, not my modish ennui. From it flowed cant, hypocrisy, and the impotent rage of the old who...
As if I'd lit a fire in the darkness to try and warm us. And all I'd done was to see his real face by it.
8. You hate the political buisness of nationality. You hate everything, in politics and art and everything else, that is not genuine and deep and necessary. You don't have time for silly trivial thing...
3. AlegereaCruta-l pana moare.Chinuie-l pana traieste.
Men love war because it allows them to look serious because it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them.
Как отметил в своей монографии Пятидесятые на распутье доктор Кончис, бунтарю, который не обладает даром бунтаря от природы, уготована судьбы трутня; но и эта метафора неточна, ибо у трутня всегда ост...
You're not me. You can't feel like I feel.I can feel.No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine.It's not fine. It's just not so bad.