I was inventing a Language for people to see…
— Francesca Woodman, last journal entry, January 19, 1981
It is not the figure of seduction that is mysterious, but that of the subject tormented by his own desire or his own image.
— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, translation by Chris Turner (via frenchtwist)
“Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?”
Shakespeare, Sonnet LVII
I want to repost all my quotes…
in the new SHOUTING format
I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
—
The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
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til noon at least…
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I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via frenchtwist)
Dying is nothing, you have to know how to disappear.
— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, translation by Chris Turner (via frenchtwist)
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via frenchtwist)

I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon.
—
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
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