May 2012
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“After several minutes of silence, he asked in his most guttural voice:...”
– Frédérique Audoin-Rouzeau, writing as Fred Vargas, Seeking Whom He May Devour (1999), trans. from the French by David Bellos
“Yes, he thought, Between grief and nothing I will take grief.”
– The Wild Palms by William Faulkner (via thegordianknottist)
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“No one can say where a book comes from, least of all the person who writes it....”
– Paul Auster, Leviathan (1992), p. 40
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“Like Portia, I feel that in the course of justice none of us would see...”
– P.D. James, A Mind to Murder (1963)
“hear her sing of sun-kissed,
heavy-lidded tragedies that roll
off her tongue...”
– Jessie Mitra (via beryl-azure)
“We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark...”
– Emily Dickinson, from “[114]” (via proustitute)
“It seems to me that the totality of what is (the universe) swallows me...”
– Georges Bataille, The Object of Desire and the Totality of the Real (via frenchtwist)
