Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the...– Rainer Maria Rilke
Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...– Franz Kafka
‘And is it possible to believe in the demon without fully believing in...– a conversation between Stavrogin and the retired bishop Tikhon from Dostoyevsky’s “Demons” interesting thoughts, Dost
I want to be the one you want in your mind and your gut and your bathroom But I don’t want you to fuck the whole world to find out. Charles Bukowski
Let the blasphemy be spoken: poetry can save us, not the way a fisherman pulls the drowning swimmer into his boat, not the way Jesus, between screams, promised life everlasting to the thief crucified beside him on the hill, but salvation nevertheless. Somewhere a convict sobs into a book of poems from the prison library, and I know why his hands are careful not to break the brittle pages. Martín...
Why was it, for instance, that the good things in life simply fell into some...– from “The House on the Embankment” by Yuri Trifonov
am i crazy enough to study 3 languages at once?
i just might be
my Bulgakov paper is slowly becoming like the...
i hope i don’t get arrested, beaten up, and thrown in an insane asylum. then at least i wouldn’t have to write my Dostoyevsky paper though.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...– Sylvia Plath
the skies over Pittsburgh are angry tonight
bad weather makes me feel alive
Why join the navy if you can be a pirate?– Steve Jobs
note to self: stop making obscure Dostoyevsky...
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.– Mae West
ugh there's a hole in my juicebox straw and it's...
Well, if God doesn’t exist, who’s laughing at us?– The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...– Neil Gaiman
Television is a medium. So called because it is neither rare nor well done.– Ernie Kovacs
12:30, saturday morning
freshman year: waking up from a night of wild partying, hungover, desperately wanting eggs from market central but not being human enough to get there. or still sleeping. junior year: i’ve already been up for 4 hours reading critical texts about Master and Margarita. i ate a pear. i’m getting old sigh
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita severely unsettling, beautifully written