— Graham Greene, Brighton Rock
"Was there no escape — anywhere — for anyone? It was worth murdering a world."
"Everyone’s living in their own little world. When I was 15 or 16 at school, I used to talk with my mates and we’d say: ‘As soon as we leave, we’ll be down in London, doing something nobody else is doing.’ Then I used to work in a factory, and I was really happy because I could daydream all day. All I had to do was push this wagon with cotton things in it up and down. But I didn’t have to think. I could think about the weekend, imagine what I was going to spend my money on, which LP I was going to buy… You can live in your own little world."
— Ian Curtis
"We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are."
— Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
(Source: larmoyante, via elvedon)
"All I ever wanted was to know what to do."
— Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity!
(Source: travedere, via dulcetdecember)
"They tell us the people we love are 72.8% water-
there is no such thing as crying,
we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out.
This is a noble pursuit"
there is no such thing as crying,
we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out.
This is a noble pursuit"
— Lewis Mundt, excerpt from “Water”
(Source: pigmenting, via lifeinpoetry)
"Have you ever noticed?—people, no matter how beautiful or desirable, invariably will, if observed closely while going about their daily business of keeping alive, begin to seem like monsters."
— Donald Antrim, ”The Verificationist”
(Source: mythologyofblue, via lifeinpoetry)
"Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you."
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
"I wanted to smoke Gauloises, drink black coffee and talk about absurdity and maquillage with wicked women and doomed young men… I wasn’t interested in happiness, I was looking for the Holy Grail."
— Marianne Faithfull
(Source: ce-petit-tresor, via twobirdsonabranch)
"Do you ever feel that way?”
“Lonely?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
“Lonely?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via dulcetdecember)
"Art is the activity that exalts and denies simultaneously. ‘No artist tolerates reality,’ says Nietzsche. That is true, but no artist can get along without reality. Artistic creation is a demand for unity and a rejection of the world. But it rejects the world on account of what it lacks and in the name of what it sometimes is."
— Albert Camus, The Rebel
(Source: outofthedarkness, via c-ovet)
