I donât want your kind of mistakes in my life anymore.
Disappearing Earth - Julia Phillips

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I donât want your kind of mistakes in my life anymore.
Disappearing Earth - Julia Phillips
It hurts too much to break your own heart out of stupidity, to leave a door unlocked or a child unattended and return to discover whatever you value most has disappeared. No. You want to be intentional about the destruction. Be a witness. You want to watch how your life will shatter.
Disappearing Earth - Julia Phillips
If you ever wondered what life in Kamchatka is like, this novel makes it very visual. She writes the way human thoughts flow which makes it easy to get lost in its pages.
Note: Iâve never been to Kamchatka but I feel like I have now.
Press and Sun-Bulletin, Binghamton, New York, January 18, 1917
He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller.
I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free.
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Impossible to dream even when the music itself is nothing but a dream.
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Donât cry over the past, itâs gone. Donât stress about the future, it hasnât arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful.Â
Do you think I should go with her... to Borneo or wherever it is that she wants to take me? What would I do with a rich cunt like that on my hands? I don't know how to shoot. I am afraid of guns and all that sort of things. Besides, she'll be wanting me to fuck her night and day... nothing but hunting and fucking all the time... I can't do it!
Tropic Of Cancer - Henry Miller
He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.
Tropic Of Cancer
If you can wake up in a different place. If you can wake up in a different time. Why can't you wake up as a different person?
Fight Club
"What you have to consider" he says, "is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can happen."
Fight Club
...I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today! Le bel aujourd'hui!
Tropic Of Cancer
And while it's all very nice to know that a woman has a mind, literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed.
Tropic Of Cancer
In the little garden adjoining the Eglise St. Germain are a few dismounted gargoyles. Monsters that jut forward with a terrifying plunge. On the benches other monstersâold people, idiots, cripples, epileptics.
Tropic Of Cancer