Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller (via bookville)
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8 months ago on September 22, 2011 at 10:43am
We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via foxgloves)
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8 months ago on September 22, 2011 at 10:43am
