Franz Kafka
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it. — Franz Kafka, Dearest Father: Stories And Other Writings. Translation by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Schocken Books; 1st edition (1954)
Category: Short Stories
Truman Capote
We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why. — Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons: Mojave. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) January 25, 2001) Originally published 1980.
Jorge Luis Borges
Friendship, you know, is as mysterious as love or any other state of this confusion that we call life. In fact, I have sometimes suspected that the only thing that holds no mystery is happiness, because it is its own justification. — Jorge Luis Borges, from “Unworthy,” Brodie’s Report. Translation by Norman Thomas di Giovanni… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
Charles Bukowski
Baby, in a couple of minutes I’m going to rip off your god damned panties and show you some turkey neck you’ll remember all the way to the graveside. I have a vast and curved penis, like a sickle, and many a gutted pussy has gasped come upon my callous and roach-smeared rug. First let… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, from “White Nights,” White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, November 16, 2016) Story originally published 1848.
Angela Carter
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, from “The… Continue reading Angela Carter
Neil Gaiman
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)
