In this place I collect various quotes from books, movies and songs that spoke to me in one way or another for reasons I try not to think about too much.

Norma Jean - Disconnecktie: The Faithful Vampire

And at the very root of me I know this; it’s the greatest reminder. What a broad world to roam in, what a sea to swim in. So I begin with the end in mind.

Wes Anderson - The French Dispatch

Maybe with good luck, we’ll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.

James Joyce - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.

George Eliot - Middlemarch

…for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

Gore Vidal - The City and the Pillar

There had been a yesterday and a day before, and twenty-five years of being alive before he found the bar.

He was happy to get up in the morning; he was happy to go to bed at night with the thought of a new day to look forward to. He knew his life was aimless, and he could not have been more content.

He would suffer. He would know pain. With infinite care and patience, he set about destroying his own happiness.

Albert Camus - The Fall

As people commonly say, I loved women---which amounts to saying that I never loved any one of them.

Henry Miller - Tropic of Cancer

I sit down beside her and she talks---a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

Jack Kerouac - On the Road

[…] the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.