May 2011
The Kills, I Call it Art (Monsieur Gainsbourg...
“The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most...”
– Milan Kundera, Immortality (divakoza)
“..she covered her eyes with her hands and cried, tears seeped between her...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (arsvitaest)
“‘I’ve been here for years,’ shrieked the creature angrily. ‘But you are too...”
– Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse (_)
“Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre (clavicola)
“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my...”
– Sylvia Plath (sedna, iamcold)
“Our bodies are given life from midst of nothingness. Existing where there is...”
– Yamamoto Tsunetomo, Hagakure
“L’inferno dei viventi è quello che è già qui, che abitiamo tutti i giorni,...”
– Italo Calvino, Le città invisibili
“It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels,...”
– William Blake, A Vision of the Last Judgement
“My love, I fear the silence of your hands.”
– Mahmoud Darwish (indigenousdialogues)
“E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo.”
– Italo Calvino, Gli amori difficili (v)
“Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive...”
– Simone Weil
Smashing Pumpkins, Soma (Siamese Dream, 1993)...
“How the hell did I survive ANY year? You just do it. You force yourself to get...”
– Elizabeth Taylor (rememo)
“Soprattutto quando ero bambino, la noia assumeva forme del tutto oscure a me...”
– Alberto Moravia, La noia, 1960
