May 2013
Her brown wedgies squeaked with discount price defiance, as she walked redly and...
– John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces
Dreams flooded over me; I lay weary and hopeless in my bed.
– Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)
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Too many people think, I said to myself, who don’t have the right to. They have...
– Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal
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We start transparent, and then the cloud thickens. To escape is vain.
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room
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If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself...
– Rainer Maria Rilke
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finished in the aftermath,
pummeled in the shade,
left to rot on the bank,...
– more than ow by Charles Bukowski From the collection “The Continual Condition”
«Se ha vuelto loco», dijo su portera al verle salir, cabizbajo y ensimismado,...
– Ya sólo habla de amor - Ray Loriga