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"I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself."

Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell

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“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

Hunter S. Thompson (American, 1937-2005)

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"I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
Lie still with me and watch.
We laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. 
Time will not take that away."

Anne Sexton

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"But, you know, I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don’t really appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man."

Albert Camus, The Plague

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"Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolescence ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror."

Truman Capote, Too Brief a Treat

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"Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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"I want paint to work as flesh."

Lucian Freud

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"I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls. We all have, doubtless, but I like the suffering soul which confesses itself. I distrust this hard, this shiny, this enameled content."

Virginia Woolf

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"And more and more my language appears to me like a veil which one has to tear apart in order to get to those things (or the nothingness) lying behind it."

Samuel Beckett, 1937 from The Letters

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"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."

Soren Kierkegaard

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"I also painted a study of a seascape, nothing but a bit of sand, sea, sky, grey and lonely — sometime[s] I feel a need for that silence — where there’s nothing but the grey sea — with an occasional seabird. But otherwise, no other voice than the murmur of the waves."

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo, 17 September 1882 (source)

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"However stupid a fool’s words may be, they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man."

Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

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"An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is one whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. ‘Can they be brought together?’ This is a practical question. We must get down to it. ‘I despise intelligence’ really means ‘I cannot bear my doubts.’"

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

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"He walked out into the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of an intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

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"I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder."

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from his suicide note, trans. Erik Korn
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