To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one’s self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a… Continue reading Gilles Deleuze
Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out. — Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story. (Miramax, April 3, 2007)
I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave. — Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation. (Riverhead Books; 2nd ed. edition October 1, 1995) Originally published 1994.
Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a little bit. Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a sigh. — Lauren E. Simonutti (1968-2012)