From the diary of a Russian dreamer

I want to quote every line of Dostoyevsky’s White nights. “I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”

The heart of the matter

In between Proust and his 4000 pages I read a page or two by Graham Greene.

A pleasant surprise

Happiness is having a boyfriend that surprises you with Lauren Conrad’s novel when you’re too sick to get out of bed.

Autumn de Wilde’s Elliott Smith

Shortly after I’d discovered Elliott Smith, thanks to Paranoid park, we found this beautiful book at Rough trade in London. To quote Elliott himself, “It looks so good I threw up!”

It’s me and Marcel

“Marcel? No thank you, I’m already bored.”

Memories à la Marcel

This summer will forever be known as the summer spent with Marcel Proust, through rain and sunshine.

Backsides and self-extermination

Today, Bodil is all I need.

Rejection from a fool is cruel

Why not close down the psychiatric care in this country the same way they drop patients? I know I’m furious and unfair but I think I have the right to be.

Marcel, my love

The past is real.

In a nutshell (part 3)

Sadly but yes, this is how I feel right now.