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Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
…sensation is only a break within the flow of absolute consciousness.
Gilles Deleuze, Pure Immanence (via tectusregis)
My speech is a warning that at this very moment death is loose in the world, that it has suddenly appeared between me, as I speak, and the being I address: it is there between us as the distance that separates us, but this distance is also what prevents us from being separated, because it contains the condition for all understanding. Death alone allows me to grasp what I want to attain; it exists in words as the only way they can have meaning. Without death, everything would sink into absurdity and nothingness.
Maurice Blanchot, The Work of Fire (via poeticsofdeath)
If two human beings can live together in love and kindness, understanding and peace, they are to be felicitated and - if one can use the word stripped of all evil content - envied…no tyranny on one side and no servility on the other…In a desperate world, in the fearful business of being a human creature, they made a corner for themselves and were happy.
Stevie Smith
Il n’y a jamais au fond, dans le monde, que l’écriture d’une écriture: une écriture renvoie toujours finalement à une autre écriture, et le prospect des signes est en quelque sort infini
Roland Barthes
apoetreflects:

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy? She does not.  I only listen when I am unhappy When I am happy I live and despise writing For my Muse this cannot but be dispiriting.
—Stevie Smith, from “My Muse” in The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer’s Block, and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty (Houghton Mifflin, 2004)

apoetreflects:

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy?
She does not.  I only listen when I am unhappy
When I am happy I live and despise writing
For my Muse this cannot but be dispiriting.

—Stevie Smith, from “My Muse” in The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer’s Block, and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty (Houghton Mifflin, 2004)

There is no passion to be found playing small- in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
Nelson Mandela (via quotes-shape-us)
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
Wlliam Blake
I feel I’m changing all the time, and that’s something that’s hard to explain to people, because a writer is generally thought to be someone who’s either engaging in self-expression or else doing work to convince or change people along the lines of his or her views. And I don’t feel that either of those models makes much sense for me. I mean, I write partly in order to change myself so that once I write about something I don’t have to think about it anymore. And when I write, it actually is to get rid of those ideas. That may sound contemptuous of the public, because obviously when I’ve gotten rid of those ideas, I’ve passed them on as things that I believe— and I do believe them when I write them— but I don’t believe them after I’ve written them because I’ve moved on to some other view of things, and it’s become still more complicated … or perhaps more simple.
Susan Sontag
Nothing exists unless I maintain it (by my interest, or my potential interest). This is an ultimate, mostly subliminal anxiety. Hence, I must remain always, both in principle + actively, interested in everything. Taking all of knowledge as my province.
Susan Sontag