"Like everything you've waited for for a long time, when it becomes real it loses a large part of its reality, shedding reality in strips along the torturous path of desire."

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Artforum by César Aira

 

"She was unable to escape the sense that the most intense love of her life was now in the past. The love was in the past. The love itself was in the past—she no longer felt it, not even in a lesser, hugely-watered-down form. She no longer felt it. It no longer existed."

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Spring by David Szalay

 

"It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many."

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The Ballad of the Sad Café by Carson McCullers

 

"The fact is I found nothing at all amusing about it. I told myself: here we go again. Again the ambiguity, the groping, the unanswered questions about all this green."

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Self-Portrait in Green by Maria Ndiaye

 

"It is when the fantastic and the real are mixed together in a way that makes it impossible to tell them apart. It's no longer a question of an interruption, where elements of reality remain and an inexplicable phenomenon occurs, but rather a total transformation: the real becomes fantastic and therefore the fantastic becomes real, simultaneously and without us knowing exactly what belongs to one and what to the other."

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Literature Class by Julio Cortázar

 

"...there is no wall and no horror just Transcendental Empty Kissable Milk Light of Everlasting Eternity's true and perfectly empty nature..."

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Tristessa by Jack Kerouac

 

"'Enduring tedium over real time in a confined space is what real courage is. Such endurance is, as it happens, the distillate of what is, today, in this world neither you nor I have made, heroism. Heroism.'"


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Something to Do With Paying Attention by David Foster Wallace

 

"One part of the city looked like Tampa and the other part looked like a medieval asylum."

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The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson

 

"A person telling the truth will attack the assertion itself. Liars attack your lack of evidence."

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Sea State by Tabitha Lasley

 

"Mourning is all about continuity. A continuity has been broken, and that's painful. But memory is continuous. They've gone and they've not gone. Rooms full of mirrors and aquariums full of whatevers are neither here nor there. That way lies madness."

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One Boat by Jonathan Buckley

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