We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter ― Allen Ginsberg, from “Howl: Section III,” Howl and Other Poems. (City Lights Publishers; Anniversary edition, January 1, 2001) Originally published 1956.
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking. — Angela Carter, “The Lady… Continue reading Angela Carter
Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. (Dial Press Trade Paperback September 8, 1998)
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. Publisher: W. W. Norton (October 17, 2005)
Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I say, if I had a voice, who says this, saying it’s me? — Samuel Beckett, Stories and Texts for Nothing. (Grove Press; First Printing edition, January 13, 1994) Originally published January 1st 1974.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight,the weight we carry is love. — Allen Ginsberg, from “Song,” Collected Poems 1947-1980. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition June 7, 1988)
Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.