Everything seems to be only a dream and it is as though I were letting the dream go on talking at random.
Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks
Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn’t understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover
Anyone who falls in love is searching for missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Ralph Waldo Emerson
We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna
Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
If we experience wild non-understanding, we will know that no one shall counter it with clarity. Woe to us pondering time. But then, with the expansion of this non-understanding, it will become clear to you and me that there is no woe, no us, no pondering, and no time.
Alexander Vvedensky, The Gray Notebook
I may be basically good, human, loving, but I am also more than that, imaginatively dual, complex, an illusionist. I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.