The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.


Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.


André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

It is the very mark of the spirit of rebellion to crave for happiness in this life

Henrik Ibsen, Ghosts

You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.

Henrik Ibsen, A Doll's House

It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

John Cassavetes // "These days, everybody is supposed to be so intelligent: 'Did you hear about the earthquake in Peru?' And you’re supposed to have all the answers. But when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, like, 'What is bugging you…why can’t you make it with your wife? Why do you lie awake all night staring at the ceiling? Why, why, why do you refuse to recognize you have problems and deal with them?' The answer is that people have forgotten how to relate or respond. In this day of mass communications and instant communications, there is no communication between people. Instead it’s long-winded stories or hostile bits, or laughter. But nobody’s really laughing. It’s more a hysterical, joyless kind of sound. Translation: 'I am here and I don’t know why.'"

Frédéric Chopin // "It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

Jonas Mekas // "I read a lot. I listen a lot. I think a lot. But so little remains. The books I read, their plots, their protagonists fade... Names of people, books, cities. They are already fading away. Even the titles of films I’ve seen recently...they have already faded... Everything that I see, or read, or listen to, connects, translates into moods, bits of surroundings, colors... With me, everything is mood, mood, or else...simply nothingness."

David Lynch // "I am searching for a good pair of pants. I never found a pair of pants that I just love. I like comfortable pants and clothes I can work in, that I feel comfortable in. I don't really like to get dressed up. I like to wear the same thing every day and feel comfortable. It's a fit, it's a certain kind of feeling, and if they're not right, which they never are, it's a sadness. You know, it interrupts the flow of happiness. I'm working on it, believe me."

Yohji Yamamoto // "I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion."

“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.”
― Rosa Luxemburg

“We are made of all those who have built and broken us.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Watch carefully
the magic that occurs
when you give a person
enough comfort
to just be themselves.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass