The Seat of Deliberation

What is the hope of my endeavor? Nothing more than a little marrow.

“But there must be something I could count. […] I could count my bills, I suppose. I could count the things I didn’t do yesterday that I should have done. I could count the things I should do today that I’m not going to do. I’m never going to accomplish anything; that’s perfectly clear to me. I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don’t do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that anymore.”

—   Dorothy Parker. “The Little Hours.”

“Some things are so sad that they have no name. I have tried to name them and I can’t.”

—   Vanessa Veselka, Zazen (via awritersruminations)

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from The Dream Of A Ridiculous Man

from The Dream Of A Ridiculous Man

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Cincinnati’s main library before being demolished in 1955 
Inmates at Attica playing chess

“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”

—   Friedrich Nietzsche (via lordgnome)

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“What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.”

—   Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“The books that the world calls immoral books are books that show the world its own shame.”

—   Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket.”

—   Ivan to Alyosha. Fyodor Dostoyevsky. The Brothers Karamazov. 245.

“If I had even the slightest grasp upon my own faculties, I would not make essays, I would make decisions.”


Montaigne, 1569

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