Sylvia Plath ~ How Important Am I ?
“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
W.h. Auden ~ On Books
"Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered."
Franz Kafka ~ Metamorphosis
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Portrait Franz Kafka by Andy Warhol.
Being Alone, Feeling Alone…
“We live as we dream--alone....”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary
Emilio Longoni - 1900
Danilo Kis ~ Angel Of Sleep
“I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of sleep when it came for me, to grab it with two fingers like a butterfly after sneaking up on it from behind. [...] My sleep game was practice for the grand struggle with death.”
― Danilo Kiš, Garden, Ashes
Emile Zola ~ My Being In This World
“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”
― Émile Zola.
Charlotte Bronte ~ Tricks Of The Conscience
“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun - 1792
Virginia Woolf ~ The Poetry Of Human Life
“That perhaps is your task--to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry and so give us tragedy again and comedy by means of characters not spun out at length in the novelist's way, but condensed and synthesized in the poet's way--that is what we look to you to do now.”
― Virginia Woolf
Photograph: Virginia and Leonard Woolf
Franz Kafka ~ Unhappy Dreams
“But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.”
― Franz Kafka
Henry David Thoreau ~ How Do Most Men Live?
“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays
Edmund Charles Tarbell (American painter) 1862 – 1938
Interior of the Corcoran Gallery of Art, ca. 1926