Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (January 29, 1860 – July 15, 1904) Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other. Though it is irregular, it is less boring this way, and besides, neither of them loses anything through my infidelity.
Jean-Pierre Weill Our existence is not an accident but a mystery... We can entrust ourselves to this mystery, for we are part of it. Indeed we are it.
Niall Williams We’ve lost our ability to take comfort in small things. When I want a holiday, I go over the road as far as the meadow. I go in there, take off my jacket, and lay down on it. I watch the world turning for a bit, with me still in it. That’s happiness.
Thomas Bernhard (February 09, 1931 – February 12, 1989) If we observe ourselves, we are never observing ourselves but someone else. Thus we can never talk about self-observation, [for then] we are talking as someone we never are when we are not observing ourselves, and thus when we observe ourselves we are never observing the …
Rebecca Solnit (June 24, 1961 -) Hope is a gift you don’t have to surrender, a power you don’t have to throw away. And though hope can be an act of defiance, defiance isn’t enough reason to hope. But there are good reasons.
Louis-Ferdinand Céline (May 27, 1894 – July 01, 1961) Travel is useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, just a fictitious narrative. Littré says so, …
Philip Pullman (October 19, 1946 -) A poem is not a lecture; a story is not an argument. The way poems and stories work on our minds is not by logic, but by their capacity to enchant, to excite, to move, to inspire.