Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.
Ray Bradbury, Farenheit 451 (via the-book-diaries)
“Everyone is an artist” (2015).
Kawasaki City, Kanagawa by Spanish street artist Pejac
via spoon-tamago
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (via the-book-diaries)
“Ten thousand dollars for my fashion style to the boy who wears running shoes everywhere. Where are you even going? Why are you always running there?”
— Alex Dang, “Everything Must Go”
…human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (via the-book-diaries)
“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”
— Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” Deaf Republic
“I do not know how long regret lived in our house before it finally evicted us.”
— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from Sink
Casablanca (1942), dir. Michael Curtiz
“Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.”
— Albert Camus, The Fall (via the-book-diaries)
You are the knife I turn inside myself.
Franz Kafka
“I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via the-book-diaries)