A person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
—Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via bookmania)
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The fact is that I have little aptitude for reflection. I require the concrete in everything. It is so only that I lay hands upon the world. A good phrase, however, seems to me to have an independent existence. Yet I think it is likely that the best are made in solitude. They require some final refrigeration which I cannot give them, dabbling always in warm soluble words.
Bernard - The Waves - Virginia Woolf
why not merely the despaired of
is it not better abort than be barren
the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with…