Nothing would improve if things were different in our lives.
Mesa Selimovic, Death and the Dervish
(Or as Buckeroo Banzai once put it, no matter where you go, there you are.)
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
The river resembles me: sometimes turbulent and foaming, more often calm and inaudible. I was sorry when they dammed it up below the tekke and diverted it into a trench to make it obedient and useful, so it would run through a trough and drive a mill wheel. And I was happy when it swelled, destroyed the dam, and flowed free. I knew all the while that only tamed waters can mill wheat.
Mesa Selimovic, Death and the Dervish
Mesa Selimovic, Death and the Dervish
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Against the vast background of the deserted land he saw his insignificance only too clearly--a vain, petty man, envious and scheming, an opportunist, a fraud.... What had he done with his life--other than seek a transient peace between the legs of women. He had, in order to live another day, and then another, served the people who now did what they did and who would, he knew for a certainty, do what they would do.
Alan Furst, Dark Star
Alan Furst, Dark Star
Friday, February 02, 2007
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open.
Radionhead, "Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors," Amnesiac
And out
But never open.
Radionhead, "Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors," Amnesiac
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Instincts are misleading
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want.
Death Cab for Cutie, "Lightness", Transatlanticism
You shouldn't think what you're feeling
They don't tell you what you know you should want.
Death Cab for Cutie, "Lightness", Transatlanticism
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I never knew a man who was so generally acceptable. He made every body quite easy, overpowered nobody by the superiority of his talents, made no man think worse of himself by being his rival, seemed always to listen, did not oblige you to hear much from him, and did not oppose what you said. Every body liked him; but he had no friend, as I understand the word, nobody with whom he exchanged intimate thoughts.
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
He’d never have believed he could become detached so quickly from the ordinary world—after only a few months’ absence. He’d heard about former employees in the Palace of Dreams who had in a manner of speaking withdrawn from life while they were still alive, and who, whenever they found themselves among people they used to know, looked as if they had just come down from the moon.
Ismail Kadare, The Palace of Dreams
Ismail Kadare, The Palace of Dreams
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
You are like the girl who always rose late; when she married in the next village and for the first time had to rise early, she saw the hoarfrost on the fields and said to her mother-in-law, "We don’t have that in our village!" Like her, you think there is no love in the world, because you have never been awake early enough to encounter it, although every morning it is there on time....
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
Thursday, November 02, 2006
And then I realized there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth, no salvation in being blindfolded, no dream and reality, no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. That is when I saw vast, remote happiness as being small but close; when I perceived the great cause as empty, and the small as my love….
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
It is only an illusion that our thoughts are in our heads....Our heads and we as a whole are in our thoughts. We and our thoughts are like the sea and the stream that runs through it—our body is the current in the sea, but our thoughts are the sea itself. Hence the body makes room for itself in the world by forging through thoughts. And the soul is the seabed of one and the other....
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
Milorad Pavic, Dictionary of the Khazars
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