"Art is no longer for the happy few, eager for something new to sharpen their perceptions and change their conceptions, but for the unhappy many, who no matter how unhappy are happy with technology, which alone they allow to change their lives, for it doesn’t change the emotional status quo."
— Donald Kuspit
"Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence."
— Sylvia Plath
the version I’ve got, thought it’s rather rare.
"They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word undone. These women could be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose."
— The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
"If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary."
— Barrel Fever: Stories and Essays, David Sedaris.
"Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home."
— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
"Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? … At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. I can’t go on! What have I said?"
— Samuel Beckett (Waiting for Godot)