Alice found herself wondering if it were better to take life seriously or lightly. Or was that a false antithesis, merely a way of feeling superior? Jane, it seemed to her, was a person who took life lightly, until it went wrong, when she reached for serious solutions like God. Better to take life seriously, and reach for light solutions. Satire, for instance; or suicide. Why did people hold so fast to life, that thing they were given without being consulted? All lives were failures, in Alice’s reading of the world, and Jane’s platitude about turning failure into art was fluffy fantasy. Anyone who understood art knew that it never achieved what its maker dreamed for it. Art always fell short, and the artist, far from rescuing something from the disaster of life, was thereby condemned to be a double failure. — Julian Barnes in “sleeping with John Updike”

What is history? Any thoughts, Webster?’

'History is the lies of the victors,' I replied, a little too quickly.

'Yes, I was rather afraid you'd say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated. …

'Finn?'

‘“History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.” (quoting Patrick Lagrange)

— Julian Barnes in The sense of an ending
But time…how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time..give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical. — Julian Barnes in The sense of an ending
Finally! Jeezus christ! ( in pilkington’s voice)

Finally! Jeezus christ! ( in pilkington’s voice)

had this dream last night i was in berlin, drifting around the city very early in the morning, riding public transport, meeting strangers, all the while repeatedly breaking into the same jamaican restaurant to which i had the alarm code, all the while a knife lodged in my back, knowing i was dying, not wanting to call anybody to let them know, but feeling quite sad about it. — Messageboard post, francoisfido (via magnificentruin)

(via magnificentruin)

wesandersonpalettes:

Sam: I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.

This. this tumblr. so much happiness!

wesandersonpalettes:

Sam: I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.

This. this tumblr. so much happiness!