Because there’s an infinite amount of things we can now see or know, there are also infinite number of ways we can discover that we don’t measure up. The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*Ck
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
You ain't worth a greased lack pin to ram you into hell. Of Mice and Men
“All writing seems futile to me, and it really is. The best would probably be for me to go to Vienna and take you away; I may even do it, although you don’t want me to.” (9 July 1920) Letters To Milena
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