"Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was."
from Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
from Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Neil Gaiman’s Coraline (via haifinn)
From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
from A Room of One’s Own, by Virginia Woolf
from so you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski
from Tales of Ordinary Madness, by Charles Bukowski
from The Captain is Out to Lunch… by Charles Bukowski
from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
from Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon
from The Mysteries of Berkeley, by Michael Chabon
“Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth? And don’t all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don’t they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.”
—Albert Camus
“A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.”
—Albert Camus
“There is not love of life without despair about life.” —Albert Camus
“There are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.” —Oscar Wilde