Franz Kafka

Thinking about how when I started The Brothers Karamazov and had only read the first couple chapters so I wasn’t in deep enough yet I was like “ok, finally a Dostoevsky book I can be pretty normal about!” And here we are now. It’s pretty much my entire personality and I’m so obnoxious about it

I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]

— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“Compassion was the most important, perhaps the sole law of human existence.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot