When you been in stir a little while, you can smell a question comin’ from hell to breakfast.John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (via likeafieldmouse)
I have diagnosed myself with binge reading. Or reading binge. Or book binge.
It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone.Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (via mirroir)
Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via thatkindofwoman)