September 2011
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None of it is important or all of it is.
– John Steinbeck
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I wanted the whole world or nothing.
– Charles Bukowski (via saddest-summer)
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The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in...
– H.G. Wells
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She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
– Louisa May Alcott
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It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
– Leo Tolstoy
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We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
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Anaïs Nin
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After a minor Friday fail (I had to eat my salad with a spoon), I’m ending the workday drinking Harpoon and watching NPR videos of Gogol Bordello.
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via saddest-summer)
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