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In what will survive me I am in harmony with my annihilation.
Georges Bataille
"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."
Georges Bataille
"Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self."
The Collected Works, Franz Kafka
A glorious little suffering has just been born, an exemplary suffering. Four notes on the saxophone. They come and go, they seem to say: You must be like us, suffer in rhythm.
Nausea, Jean Paul Sartre
But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.
Letters, Franz Kafka
...and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
The Castle, Franz Kafka
The Collected Works, Emily Dickinson
...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire... I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Myth is not prehistory; it is timeless reality, which repeats itself in history."
Ernst Jünger
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
No Exit, Jean Paul Sartre
"A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships."
Jorge Luis Borges
"We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world."
The Cruel Practice of Art, Georges Bataille
The Impossible, Georges Bataille
On Heights of Despair, Emil Cioran
The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.
The trouble with being born, Emil Cioran
“What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?”
Paris Spleen, Charles Baudelaire
