I can’t profess to understand God’s Plan. [When] Christ promised the resurrection of the dead—I just thought he had something a little different in mind. – Scott Wilson [Hershel Greene], The Walking dead. “Beside the Dying Fire.” Season 2 Episode 13 (March 18, 2012)
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore. (Vintage, January 3, 2006) Originally published 2002.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice. ― Virginia Woolf, Orlando. (Penguin Classic; Abridged edition, October 3, 2000) Originally published October 11th 1928.
I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass. (Watermill Pr, November 1992) Originally published November 26, 1865 and 1871, respectfully.
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (Harvill/Panther 1999:; Limited centenary ed edition 1999)… Continue reading Haruki Murakami
So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality. ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass. (Watermill Pr, November 1992) Originally published November 26, 1865 and 1871, respectfully.
In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.” — Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders. (William Morrow; First Edition edition, September 26, 2006)