The Dumbledore kind of wisdom.

God... Susan Sontag you were just too awesome. The sentence is painfully beautiful.

When I looked at those photographs, something broke. Some limits had been reached, and not only that of horror; I felt irrevocably grieved, wounded, but a part of my feelings started to tighten; something went dead; something is still crying.

Just finished Camera Lucida, now starting On Photography by Susan Sontag! ❤️❤️❤️

We don't forget,
But something vacant settles in us.

I am a primitive, a child--or a maniac; I dismiss all knowledge, all culture, I refuse to inherit anything from another eye than my own.

As spectator I was interested in Photography only for "sentimental" reasons; I wanted to explore it not as a question (a theme) but as a wound: I see, I feel, hence I notice, I observe, and I think.

The Volcano Lover is still one of my favourite by Susan Sontag. Such a breathtakingly beautiful story. I want to savour every word, every sentence. Every line makes me feel like I am falling in love. "If only I could remain here, under your benevolent influence, I should be quite healed."

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

It's just one of the most disastrous forms of unrequited love. #susansontag

In the University library he wandered through the stacks, among the thousand of books, inhaling the musty odor of leather, cloth, and drying pages as if it were an exotic incense. #Stoner