I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais.
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Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via man-of-prose)
There is a close link between insomnia and despair. The loss of hope comes with the loss of sleep. The difference between paradise and hell: you can always sleep in paradise, never in hell.
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E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston (via proustitute)