I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?
|—||Charles Bukowski (via likeafieldmouse)|
I like people too much or not at all.
|—||Sylvia Plath (via likeafieldmouse)|
We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
|—||Henry James (via likeafieldmouse)|
Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?
|—||David Foster Wallace (via likeafieldmouse)|