I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via modernhepburn)

For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale … All is telling. Do not doubt it.

Cormac McCarthy

To create, we must kill. Abstract ideas are wild creatures that, in the making of art, end up on the dinner plate.