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For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy…
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via liquidnight)
Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.
— Lloyd Alexander
From Tusen år av fantasy – Resan till Mordor by Bo Eriksson (via liquidnight)
From Tusen år av fantasy – Resan till Mordor by Bo Eriksson (via liquidnight)
(via Golden Age Comic Book Stories)
M. C. Escher
(via Golden Age Comic Book Stories)
M. C. Escher
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
— Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 (via liquidnight)
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via liquidnight)
A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.
— Sir Winston Churchill (via liquidnight)
Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a man be our monster, and are we not related to him in our hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via liquidnight)
The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
— Henry David Thoreau, Journal, August 5, 1851 (via liquidnight)
