I had a passion for sleep. For those twelve hours of absolute immobility. For those twelve hours of absolute distance from the world. Twelve hours of gentle, o so sweet burial. My body does not dream. It is not there.
— Fleur Jaeggy
— Fleur Jaeggy
The distinction that lies in being unhappy (as if to feel happy were a sign of shallowness, lack of ambition, ordinariness) is so great that when someone says, "But how happy you must be!" we usually protest.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
I like to let go of things that are close to me so as to run backward, toward times that are by now extinguished.
- Fleur Jaeggy
- Fleur Jaeggy