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“He said silently and with infinite volume, Mind is only matter that knows it is matter. Matter is only mind that is yet to become mind.”
― Exurb1a, Geometry for Ocelots

“only someone who is ready for everything, who doesn't exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will live the relationship with another person as something alive and will himself sound the depths of his own being.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“His appearance gives no clue to what his profession might be, and yet he doesn't look like a man without a profession either. Consider what he's like: He always knows what to do. He knows how to gaze into a woman's eyes. He can put his mind to any question at any time. He can box. He is gifted, strong-willed, open-minded, fearless, tenacious, dashing, circumspect鈥攚hy quibble, suppose we grant him all those qualities鈥攜et he has none of them! They have made him what he is, they have set his course for him, and yet they don't belong to him. When he is angry, something in him laughs. When he is sad, he is up to something. When something moves him, he turns against it. He'll always see a good side to every bad action. What he thinks of anything will always depend on some possible context鈥攏othing is, to him, what it is: everything is subject to change, in flux, part of a whole, of an infinite number of wholes presumably adding up to a super-whole that, however, he knows nothing about. So every answer he gives is only a partial answer, every feeling an opinion, and he never cares what something is, only 'how' it is鈥攕ome extraneous seasoning that somehow goes along with it, that's what interests him.”
― Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities

“A man who wants the truth becomes a scientist; a man who wants to give free play to his subjectivity may become a writer; but what should a man do who wants something in between?”
― Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities

“When we are shown scenes of starving children in Africa, with a call for us to do something to help them, the underlying ideological message is something like: "Don't think, don't politicize, forget about the true causes of their poverty, just act, contribute money, so that you will not have to think!”
― Slavoj Zizek

“There is no endless silence of infinite space, for in reality there is no space, no silence and no void.”
― Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles

“One can say the West loved literature and the arts, but probably nothing counted more in its history than the need for rational certainty. To this need, the West sacrificed everything: its religion, its happiness, its hopes, and, when all is said and done, its existence.”
― Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles

“In this apartment, as in his whole life now, he knew he would always feel as though he were staying in a hotel.”
― Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles

“Will not mankind, which was born in the desert, as all the sources attest, have to return there to its cradle? And then to whom will he turn for advice, this sweaty urbanite, with his broken-down Fiat, with his refrigerator and no place to plug it in? Will he not start searching for the Turkman with the gray beard, the Tuareg wrapped in a turban? They know where the wells are, which means that they know the secret of survival and salvation. Their knowledge, devoid of scholasticism and doctrinairism, is great, because it serves life. In Europe they have the habit of writing that people of the desert are backward, even extremely backward. And it doesn鈥檛 occur to anyone that this is no way to judge a people who have been able to survive millennia under the most dire conditions, producing a culture that is most valuable because it is practical, a culture that allowed entire nations to exist and develop while during that very same time many sedentary civilizations fell and disappeared forever from the face of the earth.”
― Ryszard Kapu艣ci艅ski, Imperium

“The richness of every European language is a richness in ability to describe its own culture, represent its own world. When it ventures to do the same for another culture, however, it betrays its limitations, underdevelopment, semantic weakness.”
― KAPUSCINSKI RYSZARD, The Shadow of the Sun

“Everything under heaven is in utter chaos; the situation is excellent.”
― mao tse-tung

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.”
― Henri Bergson

“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.”
― Julio Cort谩zar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

“You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water.”
― Julio Cortazar

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.”
― Henri Bergson

“There is never enough light.鈥� To which I responded without thought: 鈥淔or women perhaps. We men are less exigent.”
― Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet

“...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.”
― Carl Gustav Jung, Man and His Symbols

“I ask you to believe nothing that you cannot verify for yourself.”
― G.I. Gurdjieff, Views from the Real World

“It is the greatest mistake to think that man is always one and the same. A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour.”
― G. I. Gurdjieff

“The after-death state is very much like a dream state, and its dreams are the children of the mentality of the dreamer”
― Padmasambhava, The Tibetan Book of the Dead

“I wiped the blade against my jeans and walked into the bar. It was mid-afternoon, very
hot and still. The bar was deserted. I ordered a whisky. The barman looked at the blood
and asked:
鈥楪辞诲?鈥�
鈥榊别补丑.鈥�
鈥楽鈥檖ose it鈥檚 time someone finished that hypocritical little punk, always bragging about
his old man鈥檚 power鈥︹€�
He smiled crookedly, insinuatingly, a slight nausea shuddered through me. I replied
weakly:
鈥業t was kind of sick, he didn鈥檛 fight back or anything, just kept trying to touch me and
shit, like one of those dogs that try to fuck your leg. Something in me snapped, the
whingeing had ground me down too low. I really hated that sanctimonious little creep.鈥�
鈥楽o you snuffed him?鈥�
鈥榊eah, I鈥檝e killed him, knifed the life out of him, once I started I got frenzied, it was
an ecstasy, I never knew I could hate so much.鈥�
I felt very calm, slightly light-headed. The whisky tasted good, vaporizing in my
throat. We were silent for a few moments. The barman looked at me levelly, the edge of
his eyes twitching slightly with anxiety:
There鈥檒l be trouble though, don鈥檛cha think?鈥�
鈥業 don鈥檛 give a shit, the threats are all used up, I just don鈥檛 give a shit.鈥�
鈥榊ou know what they say about his old man? Ruthless bastard they say. Cruel鈥︹€�
鈥業 just hope I鈥檝e hurt him, if he even exists.鈥�
鈥榃oulden wanna cross him merself,鈥� he muttered.
I wanted to say 鈥榶eah, well that鈥檚 where we differ鈥�, but the energy for it wasn鈥檛 there.
The fan rotated languidly, casting spidery shadows across the room. We sat in silence a
little longer. The barman broke first:
鈥楽o God鈥檚 dead?鈥�
鈥業f that鈥檚 who he was. That fucking kid lied all the time. I just hope it鈥檚 true this time.鈥�
The barman worked at one of his teeth with his tongue, uneasily:
鈥業t鈥檚 kindova big crime though, isn鈥檛 it? You know how it is, when one of the cops
goes down and everything鈥檚 dropped 鈥檛il they find the guy who did it. I mean, you鈥檙e not
just breaking a law, your breaking LAW.鈥�
I scraped my finger along my jeans, and suspended it over the bar, so that a thick clot
of blood fell down into my whisky, and dissolved. I smiled:
鈥楳aybe it鈥檚 a big crime,鈥� I mused vaguely 鈥榖ut maybe it鈥檚 nothing at all鈥︹€� 鈥樷€nd we
have killed him鈥� writes Nietzsche, but鈥攄estituted of community鈥擨 crave a little time
with him on my own.
In perfect communion I lick the dagger foamed with God鈥檚 blood.”
― Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism

“With the passage of days in this godly isolation [desert], my heart grew calm. It seemed to fill with answers. I did not ask questions any more; I was certain. Everything - where we came from, where we are going, what our purpose is on earth - struck me as extremely sure and simple in this God-trodden isolation. Little by little my blood took on the godly rhythm. Matins, Divine Liturgy, vespers, psalmodies, the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening, the constellations suspended like chandeliers each night over the monastery: all came and went, came and went in obedience to eternal laws, and drew the blood of man into the same placid rhythm. I saw the world as a tree, a gigantic poplar, and myself as a green leaf clinging to a branch with my slender stalk. When God's wind blew, I hopped and danced, together with the entire tree.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis

“Man hurries, God does not. That is why man's works are uncertain and maimed, while God's are flawless and sure. My eyes welling with tears, I vowed never to transgress this eternal law again. Like a tree I would be blasted by wind, struck by sun and rain, and would wait with confidence; the long-desired hour of flowering and fruit would come.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco

“ADAM AND EVE, sitting in Paradise, chatting:
"If we could only open the gate and leave," says Eve.
"To go where, my dearest?"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!"
"Outside is sickness, pain, death!"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“The longer I live, the more I rebel. I'm not going to give in; I want to conquer the world!”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek

“In order to mount to heaven, you used the Inferno to give you momentum. "The further down you gain your momentum," you often used to tell me, "the higher you shall be able to reach. The militant Christian's greatest worth is not his virtue, but his struggle to transform into virtue the impudence, dishonor, unfaithfulness, and malice within him. One day Lucifer will be the most glorious archangel standing next to God; not Michael, Gabriel, or Raphael鈥攂ut Lucifer, after he has finally transubstantiated his terrible darkness into light.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“...we take care not to touch each other in public, nor do we look into each other's eyes except furtively, because Ivan must first wash my eyes with his own, removing the images which landed on my retina before his arrival.”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina