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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

When you're living so intensely in your head there isn't any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you're both omnipotent and powerless. Chris Kraus, I Love Dick

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

— Milk for the pussens, he said. — Mrkgnao! the cat cried. They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature. James Joyce, Ulysses

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Anything worth dying for... is certainly worth living for. Joseph Heller, Catch-22

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

in the middle of death and love she buries her face in his shoulder, pounds him desperately with her fists, weeps, screams in the dark. “I don’t,” she says, “want to see all this.” “I can’t carry all this inside me. “What do I need so much death for? “What am I supposed to do with it?” S. Zhadan

Half a year she’s held firm.
Half a year she’s observed death
the way you observe a rhinoceros at the zoo —
dark folds,
heavy breathing.
She’s scared, but doesn’t look away,
doesn’t close her eyes.

It’s terrifying, really terrifying.
And it should be.
Death is terrifying, it frightens.
It’s terrifying to smell the stink of a blood moon.
It’s terrifying to see how history is made.

Half a year ago everything was completely different.
Half a year ago everyone was different.
No one got scared
when stars fell over the reservoir.
No one startled when smoke
rose from cracks in the black earth.

In the middle of the night street,
in the middle of the clamor and headlights,
in the middle of death and love
she buries her face in his shoulder,
pounds him desperately with her fists,
weeps, screams in the dark.
“I don’t,” she says, “want to see all this.”
“I can’t carry all this inside me.
“What do I need so much death for?
“What am I supposed to do with it?”

What can you do with death?
Carry it on your back,
like a Gypsy child —
Nobody loves him,
and he loves no one.
There is so little love,
love is so defenseless.

Cry and shatter the dark with your warm hands.
Cry and don’t step away.
The world will never be the way it was before.
We’ll never let it
be the way it was before.

Ever fewer lighted windows on the cold street.
Ever fewer carefree passers-by
around the shop windows.
In the hellish autumn dusk, fields and rivers cool.
The bonfires go out in the rain.
The cities grow numb at night.

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

The day is hot, the mind empty, the leaves motionless, the body and soul, too. We try to give meaning to what we see. Margarita Liberaki, Three Summers

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

My mother once said that sex was only good if it was dirty and verboten and I've never found anything to disprove this. Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

There is no secret of life. Life’s aim, if it has one, is simply to be always looking for temptations. There are not nearly enough. I sometimes pass a whole day without coming across a single one. It is quite dreadful. It makes one so nervous about the future. Oscar Wilde, A woman of no importance

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 30/07/2026

When one has lived so much for others it is quite hard to turn oneself back again — to live for oneself. Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

All the time you're saying to yourself: “I could do that, but I won't”, which is just another way of saying that you can't. Richard P. Feynman, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

Sometimes reality isn’t a bad place to be.

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

The more he studied, the more vistas he caught of fields of knowledge yet unexplored, and the regret that days were only twenty-four hours long became a chronic complaint with him. Jack London, Martin Eden

Three calico cats looking at the window next to a stack of books on a windowsill

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

When I was first reading Remarque as a teen, I wondered how people could go eat oysters and have drinks amidst a war. As it turned out later in life, people can do a lot of things with a war around, as long as they still can have them.

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

I am not in favor of imposing happiness on people. Everyone has a right to his bad wine, to his stupidity, and to his dirty fingernails. Milan Kundera, Farewell Waltz

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

I want everything to be beautiful and nothing to hurt

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

How could I long so for someone whose existence I’d only just become aware of? But wasn’t it always like this? Some things we never know we need until we find them. Sabahattin Ali, Madonna in a fur coat

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 19/06/2026

It was said that he had once been for a short time in Bedlam; they had done him the honour to take him for a madman,but had set him free on discovering that he was only a poet. Victor Hugo, The man who laughs

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it's a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust. Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

How can you keep up with her, this woman who is always reading another book besides the one before her eyes, a book that does not yet exist, but which, since she wants it, cannot fail to exist? Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

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nononorah.bsky.social @nononorah.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

Dearest, I beg of you, sleep properly and go for walks. Remain calm, calm. Franz Kafka, 1912.

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