I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
— John Steinbeck

You disappear so completely into your head sometimes, he said. I wish I could follow you.

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En el fondo sabía que no se puede ir más allá porque no lo hay.
— Julio Cortázar