A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (via
lethifold)
There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
Genius is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.
