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“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Les Temps Modernes, vol 1 (October 1945)
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
A. S. Byatt, Possession
“Sometimes Paul would unplug his guitar and throw himself at John. Or the two of them would leap from the stage and pretend to be wild bulls rampaging through the dancers. Or John would leap up on Paul’s shoulders and the two of them would crash into Stu, knocking him down. Or Paul would butt John from behind while he was singing and the two of them would engage in a mock brawl that would have the lusty Germans cheering.” (Chet Flippo: McCartney. The Biography)
This little old abandoned house in my neighborhood is a beautiful sight on a spring day
July Afternoon (1897) by Guy Rose
Yi Sang, from a poem titled "Poem XV," featured in The Columbia Anthology of Modern Korean Poetry
“Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals (1822–1863)
Albert Moulton Foweraker (English, 1873-1942)
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— February 19, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries
“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena