"I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something."
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
"The last thing we discover in life is our effect."
William Boyd, Brazzaville Beach
I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
"Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty — it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it."
"We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves."
"Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward?
How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?
Obviously it was something you had to be born to."
"The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written."
"You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth."
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You
"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…"
"You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway."
As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies ( Picador, 2006)
"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…"
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
"She changes from a girl into a boy and back to a girl carelessly and happily. She sleeps easily and beautifully and you will sleep too because all you truly know is that you feel good."
There was no country to which one could flee, no quiet which one could purchase; always and everywhere the hand of fate seized us and dragged us back into its insatiable play.
— Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday (University of Nebraska Press, 1942)
"If what you are following, however, is your own true adventure, if it is something appropriate to your deep spiritual need or readiness, then magical guides will appear to help you. If you say, ‘Everyone’s going on this trip this year, and I’m going too,’ then no guides will appear. Your adventure has to be coming right out of your own interior. If you are ready for it, then doors will open where there were no doors before, and where there would not be doors for anyone else. And you must have courage. It’s the call to adventure, which means there is no security, no rules."
— Joseph Campbell, from A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living