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domingo, 7 de outubro de 2012

Reality is madness and there is no escape but forward


“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
 
Graham Greene, Ways of Escape
 
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.”

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”
William S. Burroughs
  
 
 
“Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.”
 
Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
 
“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
 
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
 

quinta-feira, 3 de maio de 2012

Humanos espectrais

"O estranho é que juntos e sozinhos somos tão humanos, tão suave e calorosamente humanos, e na nossa escrita turbulentos, túrgidos, espectrais, febris, monstruosos; encharcados em carnalidades homoeróticas. O meu estilo esmaltado, e o teu, muscular, pelejando, arrancando faíscas um ao outro."


Anaïs Nin para Henry Miller
Louveciennes, 16 Outubro de 1932