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“At the time you鈥檙e living it you can sometimes think your life is nothing much. It鈥檚 ordinary and everyday and should be and could be in this or that way better. It is without the perspective by which any meaning can be derived because it鈥檚 too sensual and urgent and immediate, which is the way life is to be lived. We鈥檙e all, all the time, striving, and though that means there鈥檚 a more-or-less constant supply of failure, it鈥檚 not such a terrible thing if you think that we keep on trying. There鈥檚 something to consider for that.”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed.”
― John Irving, The Hotel New Hampshire

“all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.”
― richard brautigan

“Love Poem
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It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.”
― Richard Brautigan

“Love is the king of the beasts
And when it gets hungry it must kill to eat
Love is the king of the beasts
A lion walking down city streets”
― Bill Callahan

“I've tried

to become someone else for a while,
only to discover that he, too, was me.”
― Stephen Dunn

“Love's elastic. It's not a question of watering down. It adds on. It doesn't take away. So there's no need to worry about that.”
― Julian Barnes, The Only Story

“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time鈥攖he way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes鈥攚hen there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever鈥攖here comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“螖蔚谓 伪谓萎魏蠅 蟽蔚 魏伪谓苇谓伪 魏蠈渭渭伪 魏伪喂 蟽蔚 魏伪渭喂维 蟺慰位喂蟿喂魏萎 慰蟻纬维谓蠅蟽畏. 螖蔚谓 蔚委渭伪喂 渭苇位慰蟼 魏伪渭喂维蟼 蔚魏魏位畏蟽委伪蟼. 螖蔚谓 蔚委渭伪喂 慰蟺伪未蠈蟼 魏伪渭喂维蟼 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚委伪蟼. ... 螆蠂慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟺蔚蟻维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 尉蔚蟻慰谓萎蟽喂伪 魏伪喂 蟿喂蟼 蠁蠀位伪魏苇蟼, 谓喂蠋胃蠅 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委渭伪喂 蟽蠀纬魏蟻伪蟿慰蠉渭蔚谓慰蟼 蠈蠂喂 渭蠈谓慰 渭蔚 蠈蟽慰蠀蟼 蠀蟺慰蠁苇蟻慰蠀谓 蟽蟿伪 蠁伪蟽喂蟽蟿喂魏维 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿蠈蟺蔚未伪, 渭伪 魏伪喂 渭蔚 蠈蟽慰蠀蟼 尾伪蟽伪谓委味慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰 螒蟻蠂喂蟺苇位伪纬慰蟼 螕魏慰蠀位维纬魏. 螡喂蠋胃蠅 伪位位畏位苇纬纬蠀慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓蠀蟺蔚蠉胃蠀谓慰蟼 渭蔚 蠈蟽慰蠀蟼 伪纬蠅谓委蟽蟿畏魏伪谓, 伪纬蠅谓委味慰谓蟿伪喂 魏伪喂 胃伪 伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿慰蠉谓 蔚谓伪谓蟿委慰谓 蠈位蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 蟿蠀蟻维谓谓蠅谓, 蔚蟽蟿蔚渭渭苇谓蠅谓 魏伪喂 蟿蟻伪纬喂伪蟽魏慰蠁蠈蟻蠅谓, 蔚谓伪谓蟿委慰谓 蠈位蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 未蔚蟽蟺慰蟿蠋谓, 纬伪位慰谓维未蠅谓 魏伪喂 蟻伪蟽慰蠁蠈蟻蠅谓.”
― 螁蟻畏蟼 螒位蔚尉维谓未蟻慰蠀

“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”
― Richard Brautigan

“CUSTOMER: I read a book in the sixties. I don鈥檛 remember the author, or the title. But it was green, and it made me laugh. Do you know which one I mean?”
― Jen Campbell, Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops

“For the first time in his life, Midhat wished he were more religious. Of course he prayed, but though that was a private mechanism it sometimes felt like a public act, and the lessons of the Quran were lessons by rote, one was steeped in them, hearing them so often. They were the texture of his world, and yet they did not occupy that central, vital part of his mind, the part that was vibrating at this moment, on this train, rattling forward while he struggled to hold all these pieces. As a child he had felt some of the same curiosity he held for the mysteries of other creeds鈥攆or Christianity with its holy fire, the Samaritans with their alphabets鈥攂ut that feeling had dulled while he was still young, when traditional religion began to seem a worldly thing, a realm of morals and laws and the same old stories and holidays. They were acts, not thoughts. He faced the water now along the coast, steadying his gaze on the slow distance, beyond the blur of trees pushing past the tracks, on the desolate fishing boats hobbling over the waves. He sensed himself tracing the lip of something very large, something black and well-like, a vessel which was at the same time an emptiness, and he thought, without thinking precisely, only feeling with the tender edges of his mind, what the Revelation might have been for in its origin. Why it was so important that they could argue to the sword what it meant if God had hands, and whether He had made the universe. Underneath it all was a living urgency, that original issue of magnitude; the way several hundred miles on foot could be nothing to the mind, Nablus to Cairo, one thought of a day鈥檚 journey by train, but placed vertically that same distance in depth exposed the body鈥檚 smallness and suddenly one thought of dying. Did one need to face the earth, nose to soil, to feel that distance towering above? There was something of his own mortality in this. Oh then but why, in a moment of someone else鈥檚 death, must he think of his own disappearance?”
― Isabella Hammad, The Parisian

“A few days afterwards, Marian announced that she was joining the volunteer nurses. She was posted at Divonne-Les-Bains on the Swiss border, and in her letters to Jeannette she described the disfigured men whose wounds she was cleaning. One was paralytic, and another had lost the use of both hands. One had no thumbs, one had a leg as fat as an elephant鈥檚, one had lost the lower half of his jaw, and smoked cigarettes through his nose. And the violets were blooming in the fields, she said, more fragrant than at home, and yellow primroses lined the forest floor.”
― Isabella Hammad, The Parisian

“Stone Seeking Warmth

Look, it's usually not a good idea
to think seriously about me.
I've been known to give others
a hard time. I've had wives and lovers鈥�
trust that I know a little about trying
to remain whole while living
a divided life. I don't easily open up.
If you come to me, come to me
so warned. I am smooth and grayish.
It's possible my soul is made of schist.

But if you are not dissuaded by now,
well, my door is ajar. I don't care
if you're in collusion with the wind.
I wouldn't mind being diminished
one caress at a time. Come in,
there's nothing here but solitude
and me. I like to keep the house clean.”
― Stephen Dunn, Here and Now: Poems

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”
― Rumi

“I don't believe in God, but I miss him.
”
― Julian Barnes

“Happy the man, and happy he alone,
he who can call today his own:
he who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul, or rain or shine
the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,
but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.”
― Horace

“It was a condensed explanation, but I came to understand him to mean you could stop at, not all, but most of the moments of your life, stop for one heartbeat and, no matter what the state of your head or heart, say This is happiness, because of the simple truth that you were alive to say it.”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“Books, music, painting are not life, can never be as full, rich, complex, surprising or beautiful, but the best of them can catch an echo of that, can turn you back to look out the window, go out the door aware that you鈥檝e been enriched, that you have been in the company of something alive that has caused you to realise once again how astonishing life is, and you leave the book, gallery or concert hall with that illumination, which feels I鈥檓 going to say holy, by which I mean human raptness. So”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“Now, as far as I was concerned, there are two ways of living, and because we're on a ball in space these were more or less exactly poles apart. The first, accept the world as it is. The world is concrete and considerable, with beauties and flaws both, and both immense, profound and perplexing, and if you can take it as it is and for what it is you'll all but guarantee an easier path, because it's a given that acceptance is one of the keys to any kind of contentment. The second, that acceptance is surrender, that there's a place for it, but that place is somewhere just before your last breath where you say "All right then, I have tried" and accept that you have lived and loved as best you could, have pushed against every wall, stood up after every disappointment, and until that last moment, you shouldn't accept anything, you should make things better.”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“Neighbours, as Jesus knew, can be a not insignificant challenge to anyone鈥檚 Christianity.”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“I sometimes think the worst thing a young person can feel is when you can find no answer to the question of what you are supposed to do with this life you鈥檝e been given. At moments you鈥檙e aware of it balanced on your tongue, but not what comes next. Something like that. I can now say that another version of that happens in old age, when it occurs to you that since you鈥檝e lived this long you must have learned something, so you open your eyes before dawn and think: What is it that I鈥檝e learned, what is it I want to say?”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“Your love is doomed, you must give it everything you鈥檝e got.”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“One of the things about Irish music is how one tune can enter another. You can begin with one reel, and with no clear intention of where you will be going after that, but halfway through it will sort of call up the next so that one reel becomes another and another after that, and unlike the clear-edged definitions of songs, the music keeps linking, making this sound-map even as it travels it, so player and listener are taken away and time and space are defeated. You鈥檙e in an elsewhere. Something like that. Which, I suppose, is both my method and aim in telling this story too. Anyway,”
― Niall Williams, This Is Happiness

“To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.”
― T.S. Eliot

“What is dying anyway? I let this impossible question fill the darkness of my bedroom. I thought about how somebody was always dying somewhere, at any given moment. This isn鈥檛 a fable or a joke or an abstract idea. People are always dying. It鈥檚 a perfect truth. No matter how we live our lives, we all die sooner or later. In which case, living is really just waiting to die. And if that鈥檚 true, why bother living at all? Why was I even alive? I made myself crazy, tossing and turning, hyperventilat- ing. Then it hit me: dying is just like sleeping. You only know you鈥檙e sleeping when you wake up the next day, but if morn- ing never comes, you sleep forever. That must be what death is like. When someone dies, they don鈥檛 even know they鈥檙e dead. Because they never see it happen, nobody ever really dies. This hit me like a sucker punch.”
― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

“The past is everlasting.”
― John Irving, The Last Chairlift

“Rosencrantz: I don't believe in it anyway.
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: England.
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then? ”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.”
― Hunter S. Thompson