It's your fiction that interests me. Your studies of the interplay of human motives and emotion.

— Isaac Asimov

Florian Slotawa | Atelier (Raum V, 1) | 2009

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My words mean nothing to you. People like you can't be reached.

— Persona, dir. by Ingmar Bergman in 1966

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

— Simone de Beauvoir

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Every place is within walking distance; people are the ones out of reach.

— Rakishi

That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don't expect to get anything back, don't expect recognition for your efforts, don't expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.

— Paulo Coelho

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And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

— Leo Tolstoy

Vilhelm Wohlert | Pavilion Niels Bohr | 1957

Ab 1956 war für mich klar, dass Plastik nicht als isoliertes Objekt innerhalb des Raumes existieren sollte. [...] Meine prinzipielle Absicht ist es, begrenzten Raum nicht durch eine Form zu verstellen, und zu beengen, sondern die Grenzen der räumlichen Gegebenheit durch eine Plastik zu erweitern.

— Erich Reusch

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I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.

— John Keats

Mikael Olsson | Södrakull Frösakull | 2003

We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it's all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one's sadness and delight in one's joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don't need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is loss, all loss is gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.

— E. M. Cioran

Hreinn Friðfinnsson | Seven Times | 1972

I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And — I was really — I was alive.

— Walter White

I have a strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate, it's apathy — it's not giving a damn.

— Leo Buscaglia

I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Franz Kafka an Milena Jesenská, 29. Juli 1920

The wreckage of stars — I built a world from this wreckage.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Sir, the reality of your world is nothing more than a rotten caricature of great opera.

— Fitzcarraldo

Die Kunst aber wäre, Heimweh zu haben ob man gleich zu Hause ist. Dazu muss man sich auf Illusion verstehen. Das ist die Formel des Interieurs.

— Søren Kierkegaard