I’ve lived so little that I tend to imagine I’m not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.
Michel Houellebecq (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
You can think clearly only with your clothes on.
Offred (The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood)
Serenity is when you get above all this, when it doesn’t matter what they think, say or want, but when you do as you are, and see God and Devil as one.
Henry Miller (via observando)