It’s enough for me that you are somewhere here, and I won’t lose my desire for life yet. Is that enough for you?
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.”
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet
Burberry Launches Limited Edition Book Collection
Christopher Bailey first gave us a hint that he was a fan of Bruce Chatwin’s work in his spring/summer 2015 menswear collection. Entitled ‘Book Covers & Bruce Chatwin’, it used hand-painted graphics taken from the typography of Chatwin’s book covers from the 1940s. Meanwhile, the models carried leather-bound notepads and travel satchels, and wore felt hats similar to those favoured by the writer, who died in 1989.
Source: harpersbazaar.co.uk
Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute
Edgar Allan Poe
I’ve had friends that couldn’t be my lover. I’ve had lovers who couldn’t be my friend. I can’t wait for the day I find the person that is both.
William Chapman
Andrea Gibson: The Pioneering Poet
If one theme connects Andrea Gibson's poems, it is a recognition of our common humanity. Born and raised in a Baptist family in Maine, Gibson writes with intense compassion about love, sexuality, and social tragedy. In "For Eli," the spoken word artist addresses America's treatment of veterans; in "Ashes," she talks with both defiance and pain about the brutal murder of homosexuals; in "Blue Blanket," she explores the lingering guilt of a childhood sexual abuse.
Source: interviewmagazine.com
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
E.E. Cummings
I haven’t found myself with more friends: life has shown me more and more clearly how fulfillingly my duty is tied to the terrible condition of solitude.
Friedrich Nietzsche
There is always something left to love.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years Of Solitude
I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro
A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave.
Oscar Wilde
I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
…To sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…
Hunter S. Thompson
I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking -Glass
Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night