Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? … The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something. — Peter Høeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1993)
Cunnilingus and psychiatry brought us to this. — James Gandolfini [Tony Somprno] “I Dream of Jeanie Cusamano,” The Sopranos: Season 1, Episode 13. HBO (1999)
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life? ― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men ( Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, July 11, 2006) Originally published July 2005.
There are instincts which are deeper than reason. — Arthur Conan Doyle, from “The Nightmare Room,” Collected Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. (Delphi Classics; 6 edition May 13, 2011)
He had a special fondness for the moving parts of women, their wrists, their butterfly-shaped ankles, their shoulder blades like a swan’s folded wings. In particular he treasured their knees, especially the back of them, where the skin was pale, milk-blue, with delicate fissures, little fine cracks, as in the most fragile old pieces of… Continue reading John Banville
There are too many people in the world like you, Yoshio said. Too many people who don’t have anyone they care about. Who think if they don’t love anyone else then they’re free to do whatever they want. They think they have nothing to lose, and that makes them stronger. If you have nothing to… Continue reading Shūichi Yoshida
I’ve lost the plot. I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. — Hugh Dancy [Will Graham], Hannibal, Season 2 Episode 2 “Sakizuke” (2014) Based on the novels by Thomas Harris. Executive producer Brian Fuller.
Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it. — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment. (Everyman’s Library; 12th edition May 25, 1993) Originally published 1866.
And the trees are nice. I mean, I think I’d like ‘em all. It’d have to be a pretty fucked-up tree for me not to like it. Sometimes I wonder if life was wasted on me. It’s not that I’m dumb to the beauty of things. I—I take all the beautiful things to heart, and… Continue reading Jessica Goldberg
There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. — Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose. (Everyman’s Library; First Edition edition… Continue reading Umberto Eco