I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed. And then? I fall upon
the thorns of life, I bleed. And what next? I get laid, I take a short holiday, but very soon after I fall upon those same thorns with gratification in pain, or suffering in joy - who knows what the mixture is! What good, what lasting good is there in me? Is there nothing else between birth and death but what I can get out of this perversity - only a favorable balance of disorderly emotions?
Saul Bellow, Herzog (via frenchtwist)
06/19/10 at 8:31am
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