joseph-conrad

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