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“I want to look back and say that I was alive. That I didn’t turn my back. That I tried. That I was happy.”
— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via weltenwellen)
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I want to look back and say that I was alive. That I didn’t turn my back. That I tried. That I was happy.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via weltenwellen)
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The Kiss (detail) by Gustav Klimt
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One of the problems with our political press is that its reference group for establishing the “ground” of consensus is the insiders: the professional political class in Washington. It then offers that consensus to the country as if it were the country’s own, when it’s not, necessarily. This erodes confidence in a way that may be invisible to journalists behaving as insiders themselves. And it gives the opening to Jon Stewart and his kind to exploit that gap I talked about between making news and making sense.
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I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.
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I was shy, withdrawn, and read obsessionally. But I never wanted to be anyone else other than me.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 (via violentwavesofemotion)