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2008 newspaper ad for Twilight.
this makes me feel old…
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— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice
Come sempre quando vado a Napoli, passo a salutare l' ultima casa di Giacomo Leopardi. E come sempre urto contro l'indifferenza, la totale irrilevanza del luogo in cui visse e si spense il più grande scrittore della storia italiana insieme a Dante, umiliato in vita, con le sue crude verità, umiliato nella sua eternità letteraria, amato da pochi e messo nell' ombra dalle istituzioni e dalle genti incolte.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea