I love you, and loving you I torment you. — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 12th edition June 14, 2002) Originally published November 1880.
We sit in the mud my friend and reach for the stars. — Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons. (Signet, February 1, 2005) Originally published February 1862.
Too weird to live, too rare to die! ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Random House November 11, 1971 and November 25, 1971 (magazine), July 1972 (book)
He stared into the fast-flowing waters and contemplated the tragedy of desire. — Salman Rushdie, Shalimar the Clown (Random House, 2005)
In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. ― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room. (W. W. Norton & Company, May 14, 2007) Originally published 1922.
When you have no future, you live in the past. ― John Grisham, Sycamore Row. (Doubleday; 1st edition, October 22, 2013)
Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done. Thinking of you, one thinks of what you could have become. You were, and you will remain, made up of possibilities. ― Édouard Levé, Suicide. (P.O.L. (ï¿½DITIONS); POL edition, April 15,… Continue reading Édouard Levé