Diary (20 April, 1930), quoted in Afinado desconcerto (2002), p. 262
Context: Sometimes I start looking at the mirror and examining myself, feature by feature: eyes, mouth, shape of the forehead, eyelids curve, the face line... And this vulgar and hideous-looking, grotesque and miserable amalgam, would it know how to do verses? Oh, no! There is something else … but what? After all, why think? To live is to not know that one is living... Why don't I forget that I am living... to live?
Ponho-me, às vezes, a olhar para o espelho e a examinar-me, feição por feição: os olhos, a boca, o modelado da fronte, a curva das pálpebras, a linha da face… E esta amálgama grosseira e feia, grotesca e miserável, saberia fazer versos? Ah, não! Existe outra coisa… mas o quê? Afinal, para que pensar? Viver é não saber que se vive… Porque me não esqueço eu de viver… para viver?
Diário (20 de abril de 1930)
Oluşmak (To Become) Aphorisms (Pan Publishing House, Istanbul, 2011)
"Two Lives" (song)
("Two Lives", Official video on YouTube)) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zn60dbD0CsE
(+ "Two Lives", a lyrics version on YouTube) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLKlbUZYd_o
Studio albums, Won't Go Quietly (2010)
“One can live magnificently in this world if one knows how to work and how to love.”
“No one I know of has foreseen an America like the one we live in today.”
Comparing Charles Lindbergh's leadership of an "America First" movement with that of Donald Trump, in responses to being asked about foreseeing an America such as now exists in his earlier writings, including his alternate-history novel The Plot Against America (2004) where Lindbergh defeated FDR for the presidency in 1940, as quoted in "No Longer Writing, Philip Roth Still Has Plenty to Say" by Charles Mcgrath, in The New York Times (16 January 2018) https://www.nytimes.com/2018/01/16/books/review/philip-roth-interview.html
Context: No one I know of has foreseen an America like the one we live in today. No one (except perhaps the acidic H. L. Mencken, who famously described American democracy as “the worship of jackals by jackasses”) could have imagined that the 21st-century catastrophe to befall the U. S. A., the most debasing of disasters, would appear not, say, in the terrifying guise of an Orwellian Big Brother but in the ominously ridiculous commedia dell’arte figure of the boastful buffoon. How naïve I was in 1960 to think that I was an American living in preposterous times! How quaint! But then what could I know in 1960 of 1963 or 1968 or 1974 or 2001 or 2016? … However prescient The Plot Against America might seem to you, there is surely one enormous difference between the political circumstances I invent there for the U. S. in 1940 and the political calamity that dismays us so today. It’s the difference in stature between a President Lindbergh and a President Trump. Charles Lindbergh, in life as in my novel, may have been a genuine racist and an anti-Semite and a white supremacist sympathetic to Fascism, but he was also — because of the extraordinary feat of his solo trans-Atlantic flight at the age of 25 — an authentic American hero 13 years before I have him winning the presidency. … Trump, by comparison, is a massive fraud, the evil sum of his deficiencies, devoid of everything but the hollow ideology of a megalomaniac.
The Soul of Man Under Socialism (1891)
“But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?”
Source: The Book of Disquiet
