c’est le temps de l’amour
le temps des copains
et de l’aventure
I am I, and I wish I wasn’t — Aldous Huxley, “Brave New World”
I have come to the conclusion that the bed comprehends our whole life. — Guy de Maupassant
I wish I could think of something to say. Something sympathetic. Something human. — Trainspotting (1996)
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Yo no vine a matar a nadie, yo vine a morir por Puerto Rico. — Lolita Lebrón
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via paperzeppelin)
(via man-of-prose)
Gian Lorenzo Bernini Ecstasy of Saint Teresa (detail)
Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of asceticism. — Aldous Huxley, “Brave New World”
He nears the lighter to my face and says, “You look better with a cigarette in your mouth.”