February 2012
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“Berlin never rests, and this is glorious. Each dawning day brings with it a new,...”
– ”Berlin and the Artist” by Robert Walser, translated by Susan Bernofsky.
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“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to...”
– Roberto Bolaño
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I am as perfectly sterile as I never was, and I doubt whether I shall ever again get ideas. Whenever I try to think about Logic, my thoughts are so vague that nothing ever can crystallize out. What I feel is the curse of all those who have only half a talent; it is like a man who leads you along a dark corridor with a light and just when you are in the middle of it the light goes out and you are...
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“It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.”
– Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
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I want to go with you to the city with a name short as life, where the eagle sun circles in the blossoming columns, undried drops on milky hills, below the heat squeezes out a tear from swollen fountains, and in the cathedral-oaks between the petrified branches the angels have woven their nests in taut gilt leaves, where more alive than the vine, transparent and warm-loving the marble burgeons...
Anonymous asked: I love your blog, please keep making it.
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“Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and
Infinite aftertime: above your head...”
– Pale Fire
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