“Whoever is educated [by possibility] remains with anxiety; he does not permit himself to be deceived by its countless falsifications and accurately remembers the past. Then the assaults of anxiety, even though they be terrifying, will not be such that he flees from them. For him, anxiety becomes a serving spirit that against its will leads him where he wishes to go. Then, when it announces itself, when it cunningly pretends to have invented a new instrument of torture, far more terrible than anything before, he does not shrink back, and still less does he attempt to hold it off with noise and confusion; but he bids it welcome, greets it festively, and like Socrates who raised the poisoned cup, he shuts himself up with it and says as a patient would say to the surgeon when the painful operation is about to begin: Now I am ready. Then anxiety enters into his soul and searches out everything and anxiously torments everything finite and petty out of him, and then it leads him where he wants to go.”

– Kierkegaard, Concept of Anxiety.

“Ora bem, faz hoje um ano que voltei definitivamente da Europa. O que me lembrou esta data foi, estando a beber café, o pregão de um vendedor de vassouras e espanadores: “Vai vassouras! vai espanadores!” Costumo ouvi-lo outras manhãs, mas desta vez trouxe-me à memória o dia do desembarque, quando cheguei aposentado à minha terra, ao meu Catete, à minha língua. Era o mesmo que ouvi há um ano, em 1887, e talvez fosse a mesma boca.

Durante os meus trinta e tantos anos de diplomacia algumas vezes vim ao Brasil, com licença. O mais do tempo vivi fora, em várias partes, e não foi pouco. Cuidei que não acabaria de me habituar novamente a esta outra vida de cá. Pois acabei. Certamente ainda me lembram coisas e pessoas de longe, diversões, paisagens, costumes, mas não morro de saudades por nada. Aqui estou, aqui vivo, aqui morrerei.” :: Memorial de Aires, Machado.

“I don’t think we’ve even seen the tip of the iceberg. I think the potential of what the internet is going to do to society, both good and bad, is unimaginable. I think we’re actually on the cusp of something exhilarating and terrifying… I’m talking about the actual context and the state of content is going to be so different to anything that we can really envisage at the moment. Where the interplay between the user and the provider will be so in simpatico, it’s going to crush our ideas of what mediums are all about… The idea that the piece of work is not finished until the audience come to it and add their own interpretation and what the piece of art is about is the grey space in the middle. That grey space in the middle is what the 21st century is going to be about.” :: Bowie.

Maybe you could just keep that in reserve. Maybe just take a shot at startin over. I dont mean start again. Everybody’s done that. Over means over. It means you walk away. I mean, if everthing you are and everthing you have and everthing you have done has brought you at last to the bottom of a whiskey bottle or bought you a one way ticket on the Sunset Limited then you cant give me the first reason on God’s earth for salvagin none of it. Cause they aint no reason. And I’m goin to tell you that if you can bring yourself to shut the door on all of that it will be cold and it will be lonely and they’ll be a mean wind blowin. And them is all good signs. You dont say nothin. You just turn up your collar and keep walkin.

– Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited.