“Find me now. Before someone else does.”
— 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
“She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her, there’s nothing there.”
— Ryū Murakami
(via thatkindofwoman)
“It’s never the changes we want that change everything.”
— Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
(via french-voguettes)
“Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.”
— Henry Miller
(via thatkindofwoman)
![Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of the pitifulness of human beings, whatever they were, their faces, pained mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings of loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten: Ah, for what? […] Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all? I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who were these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?
–Jack Kerouac in The Dharma Bums (1958).
Kerouac is 91 today.
via: parabola-magazine:](http://24.media.tumblr.com/5c089067ec47c88476863e8cf65be774/tumblr_mjkhe8OxSl1qcy4rao1_1280.jpg)
Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of the pitifulness of human beings, whatever they were, their faces, pained mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings of loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten: Ah, for what? […] Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all? I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who were these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?
–Jack Kerouac in The Dharma Bums (1958).
Kerouac is 91 today.
via: parabola-magazine:
