After love, no one is what they were before. —Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. (Tor Books; First Edition edition March 29, 2011) Advertisements
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins. — Octave Mirbeau, The Torture Garden. (Olympia Press; Revised Edition edition, August 28, 2005) Originally published 1899.
Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. . (W. W. Norton October 17, 2005)
Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be. — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters. (W. W. Norton & Company; First Edition ~1st Printing edition, June 11, 2012) Originally published September 17th 1999.
I simply love that tinge of Botticellian pink, that raw rose about the lips, those wet, matted eyelashes… — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people… Continue reading Janet Fitch