… the pang of tenderness remained, akin to the vibrating outline of verses you know you know but cannot recall.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Pnin (Heinemann, 1957)

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You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn’t male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.
— Miranda July (via vletrmx21)

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"I’m very concerned about the depiction of women on the screen. It’s related to their being either high- or low-class concubines, and the only question is when or where they will go to bed, and with whom or how many. There’s nothing to do with the dreams of women, or of woman as the dream, nothing to do with the quirky part of her, the wonder of her. I’m sure we could have made a much more successful film if A Woman Under the Influence had depicted Mabel’s life as being rougher, more brutal; if it made statements so that people could definitely take sides. But along the way, I’d have to look at myself and say, “Yes, we were successful in creating another horror in the world.” I don’t know anyone who has had such a terrible time that she doesn’t smile ever, that she doesn’t have time to love, open her eyes, think about the details of life. Something [wonderful] happens all the time, even at the height of tragedy. I wanted to show that too.”

—John Cassavetes

I love John Cassavetes even more after this quote

I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart   (via petrichour)

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Cy Twombly.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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Sol Lewitt, Matrix 3, 1975


Sol Lewitt, Matrix 3, 1975


Nicolas de Stael (1914-1955) 

La Ciotat, 1952

Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
Mayakovsky - Frank O’Hara  (via cityswim)

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There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.
— Emily Dickinson, “J:1004” (via litverve)