I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via seabois)
Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals.
— Jean Baudrillard (via zealotry)
The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence
— Gertrude Stein, Midnight in Paris (via alsuoti)
