Sunday, May 22, 2016

Either-Or: A Fragment of Life

“I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it — you will regret both.”

“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.”

“You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool. But you are a long way from marriage.”

“My time I divide as follows: the one half I sleep; the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep; that would be a shame, because to sleep is the height of genius.”

“No one comes back from the dead, no one has entered the world without crying; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, nor when he wishes to leave.”

“What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.”


“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Søren Kierkegaard

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Norwegian Wood

“Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.”

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”

“What makes us the most normal, is knowing that we're not normal.”

“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”

“Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.”

“All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.”

Haruki Murakami

Sunday, May 8, 2016

The Philosophy of Andy Warhol

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”

“If something's going to happen for you, it will, you can't make it happen. And it never does happen until you're past the point where you care whether it happens or not.”

“Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what. That's one of my favorite things to say. So what.”


“The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have somebody around, you can't be on your own, which is always so much better.”

“I believe in low light and trick mirrors.
I believe in plastic surgery.”

“Romance is finding your fantasy in people who don't have it.”


“Everybody must have a fantasy.”

Andy Warhol

Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Lover is Resurrection

“Very early in my life it was too late.”

“Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.”

“It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.”

“I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.”

“Because he doesn't know he carries within him a supreme elegance, I say it for him.”

“I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them...."

“I had the face of pleasure, and yet I had no knowledge of pleasure. There was no mistaking that face.”

“I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.”

Marguerite Duras

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Waste Land

“April is the cruelest month.”

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”


“What is that noise?” 

“The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence
can never retract.
by this, and only this, we have existed.”

“I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison”

“For you know only a heap of broken images”

T.S. Eliot