Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
— Hanif Kureishi (via theforlornhope)
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I’ve ever existed at all.
— Paul Auster, Travels in the Scriptorium (via 4mbivalent)
I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
— Albert Camus (via liveandletlive)
