#san

...when do I actually encounter the Other 'beyond the wall of language', in the rel of his or her being? Not when I am able to describe her, not even when I learn her values, dreams, and so on, but only when I encounter the Other in her moment of jouissance: when I discern in her a tiny detail (a compulsive gesture, a facial expression, a tic) which signals the intensity of the real of jouissance. This encounter with the real is always traumatic; there is something at least minimally obscene about it; I cannot simply integrate it into my universe, there is always a gulf separating me from it. ↗

— Slavoj Žižek

#lacan #the-other #the-real #dreams

I remember her, not a girl but the girl. The brains behind the all time top ten comic book vixens only wish they could conjure a a siren the likes of Susan Glenn, beneath my feet my own private earthquake registered an eight when Susan Glenn was near. In her presence all was beautiful before she arrived turned grotesque and in her shadows others became goblinesque, if she approached Susan Glenn she didn’t walk she floated, accompanied by Pyrotechnics spectacals that left me feeling a foot tall. She embodied every desireable quality I have ever wanted. In my mind I was a peasant before a Queen. And so Susan Glenn and I were never a thing, if I could do it again, I’d do it differently. ↗

— Keifer Sutherland

#no-regrets #susan-gleen #the-girl-of-your-dreams #the-perfect-girl #beauty

The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-sandman #dreams

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more strangely, and so far I’d had no conversations with invisible buddies that I was aware of. Except in my sleep, of course-and did that really count? Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor’s children? ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#insanity #madness #mind #psyche #sleep

Texas, to be respected must be polite. Santa Anna living, can be of incalculable benefit to Texas; Santa Anna dead, would just be another dead Mexican. ↗

— Sam Houston

#another #benefit #dead #incalculable #just

To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#because #been #company #educated #i

A good book is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility what human nature is of what happens in the world. It's a creator of inwardness. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#education

... but the truth is that I dislike most men as much as I dislike women. If anything, I am an equal opportunity misanthropist. ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#equality