February 2012
8 tags
Feb 10th
28 notes
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Feb 10th
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“It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.”
– Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Feb 10th
95 notes
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Feb 10th
103 notes
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Feb 10th
32 notes
7 tags
Feb 9th
44 notes
29 tags
Feb 9th
30 notes
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“What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same...”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars
Feb 9th
118 notes
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Feb 9th
703 notes
27 tags
Feb 9th
39 notes
16 tags
“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and...”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion: A Romance 
Feb 8th
295 notes
26 tags
Feb 8th
183 notes
7 tags
Feb 8th
64 notes
27 tags
Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
101 notes
28 tags
Feb 7th
117 notes
17 tags
“An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That’s the time and place when you can...”
– Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
Feb 7th
134 notes
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Feb 7th
120 notes
8 tags
Feb 7th
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30 tags
Feb 7th
38 notes
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Feb 6th
61 notes
18 tags
“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Feb 6th
742 notes
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Feb 6th
142 notes
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“In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.”
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Feb 5th
323 notes
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Feb 5th
61 notes
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Feb 5th
91 notes
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Feb 5th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
288 notes
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“I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predetermined and that...”
– Stephen Hawking, Black Holes and Baby Universes and Other Essays 
Feb 4th
253 notes
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Feb 4th
148 notes
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“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”
– Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions (Translated by William O’Daly)
Feb 3rd
281 notes
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Feb 3rd
26 notes
5 tags
Feb 3rd
138 notes
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Feb 3rd
195 notes
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Feb 3rd
106 notes
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
86 notes
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Feb 2nd
148 notes
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“I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My...”
– Charles Bukowski, Factotum
Feb 2nd
59 notes
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Feb 1st
221 notes
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“There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Feb 1st
427 notes
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
105 notes
January 2012
8 tags
Jan 31st
33 notes
14 tags
“She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.”
– Raymond Chandler, The Raymond Chandler Papers: Selected Letters and Nonfiction 1909-1959
Jan 31st
291 notes
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Jan 31st
171 notes
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Jan 30th
86 notes
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“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxicabs, of being out, out, far...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
Jan 30th
189 notes