joseph-conrad

Si va avanti, allegri e frementi, riconoscendo le orme di chi ci ha preceduto, accogliendo il bene e il male insieme - le rose e le spine, come si dice - la variopinta sorte comune che offre tante possibilità a chi le merita o, forse, a chi ha fortuna. Sì. Uno va avanti. E il tempo pure va avanti, finché ci si scorge di fronte una linea d’ombra che ci avverte di dover lasciare alle spalle anche la regione della prima gioventù.
—  Joseph Conrad, La linea d’ombra
It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone.
—  Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing.
—  Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer and other stories