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Djuna Barnes

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know… Continue reading Djuna Barnes

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Hermann Hesse

Made of stone, eternal and animalistic, beautiful and cold, soulless, and yet filled with a hidden, terrifying life. He was surrounded by the aura of a tranquil emptiness, with air and stars, with this desolate death. —  Hermann Hesse, , Demian. (Suhrkamp Verlag (May 3, 1996) Originally published 1919.

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