Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Classics; New Ed edition December 31, 2002) Originally published 1982.
Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor, for the eternal idleness of the imagined return, for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets… — Derek Walcott, “Bleecker Street, Summer,” Collected Poems 1948-1984. All rights reserved. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1986)
There can be no hope without fear, and no fear without hope. ― Baruch Spinoza
Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence is harder to accept than death. ― Etel Adnan, Sea and Fog. (Nightboat, January 13, 2012) Originally published October 11th 2011.
Man cannot sprout wings unless he has first reached the brink of the abyss! — ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ. (Simon & Schuster; Reprint edition March 1, 1998) Originally published 1952.