“Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.”—James Joyce, Ulysses (via ye-sung)
“I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I’ve tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied—not even I. On the other hand, I’ve never been more loved and appreciated than when I tried to ‘justify’ and affirm someone’s mistaken beliefs; or when I’ve tried to give my friends the incorrect, absurd answers they wished to hear. In my presence they could talk and agree with themselves, the world was nailed down, and they loved it. They received a feeling of security.”—Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”—Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro (via lostinthesounds)
“I closed my eyes and listened to the novel emotions gurgling through me. Feeling - what authentic human fun. Next I could join a bowling league. Find a chat room online and talk about New Age self-help and alternative herbal medicine for haemorrhoids. Welcome to the human race, Dexter, the endlessly futile and pointless human race. We hope you enjoy your short and painful stay.”—Jeff Lindsay, Dexter In The Dark (via mind-crumbs)
We notice each other’s smiles immediately. It’s our favorite thing for people to notice – our smiles. It’s all either one of us has to offer. You can see it in the way our cheeks stretch out like arms wanting nothing more than to say “You, are welcome here.”
It’s what I do I feel. I get scared sometimes. And I drive.
I only find the nerve to tell’er the good parts; that she’s the kindest thing to happen since Burlington, VT and I wanna leave it at that…
Because men - who are not smart - have taken it farther; have cradled her up like a nutcracker and made her feel as warm as a high school education on the dusty backroad, or a beer in a koozy. I feel like she’s been waiting here a long time for the one who’ll come 2-steppin’ through that door on 18 wheels without making her feel like it’s her job to sweep up the nutshells alone when she’s done been cracked again.
A man who won’t tempt her to suck the wedding ring off his dick, but will show her, simply, love. She doesn’t need me or any other man, but she doesn’t know that either.
So I finally ask her what I’ve been feeling the entire time I’ve been standing there still getting scared like I do sometimes, really, really ready to drive, I ask…
“Is this it for you? Is this all you’ll ever do?”
Her smile collapsed. That tightly strapped-in pasty skin went loose. Her heart fell crooked. She said, not knowing my real name,
“I can tell, buddy, by the Mini Thins and the way you drive, that we’re both taken with novelty.
We’ve both believed in mean gods.
We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.
And I can tell that ya think you’ve had it rough, so especially you should know…
It’s what I do -I dream. I get high sometimes. And I’m gonna roll outta here one day… I just might not get to drive.”
“Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered, Oh God.”—The Road, by Cormac McCarthy (via overturetoalabasterskin)
“I would like to hook up with one of the great Japanese filmmakers, like the master that made Ringu, and I would like to take The Wicker Man to Japan, except this time he’s a ghost.”—Nicolas Cage (via buzzfeed)
…where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came in close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in.
It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a clichè, was some kind of bad joke.
Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence justify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore.
Reflection is useless, the word senseless. Evil is its only permanence.
God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in…
This was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged…
“I hated long views of life when the infinite overwhelms the finite subjects. not even forever lasts that long, and again I thought no matter what I do, someday I’d be nothing. Aside from all the bad luck, I was a shamelessly ordinary guy, wholly disposable. Counterparts of me must have inhabited all times and places. Packs of me must have malingered through the Mayan, the Minoan, and the Babylonian civilizations- societies that flourished and spanned centuries with vast cities, expansive domains, and great armies- now even those cultures were barely known. Once again, I felt entirely severed from old mankind, and needed some kind of distraction.”—The Fuck-Up, Arthur Nersesian
Good Evening ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the secret news. Sshh. Here’s the secret news: All people are afraid. No one knows what they’re doing. Everything is getting worse. Some people deserve to die. Your money is worthless. No one is properly dressed. At least one of your children will disappoint you. The system is rigged. Your house will never be completely clean. All teachers are incompetent. There are people who really dislike you. Nothing is as good as it seems. Things don’t last. No one is paying attention. The country is dying. God doesn’t care. Sshh