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I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
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self-deprecation
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Oscar Wilde |
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Don't be afraid! We won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.
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self-deprecation
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Charles Dickens |
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One notorious named Hiwa al-Balkhi, writing in ninth-century Persia, offered two hundred awkward questions to the faithful. He drew upon himself the usual thunderous curses--'may his name be forgotten, may his bones be worn to nothing'--along with detailed refutations and denunciations by Abraham ibn Ezra and others. These exciting anathemas, of course, ensured that his worrying 'questions' would remain current for as long as the Orthodox commentaries would be read. In this way, rather as when Maimonides says that the Messiah will come but that 'he may tarry,' Jewishness contrives irony at its own expense. If there is one characteristic of Jews that I admire, it is that irony is seldom if ever wasted on them.
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irony
religion
curses
maimonides
orthodox-judaism
hiwi-al-balkhi
judaism
self-deprecation
jewishness
heretics
messiah
atheism
jews
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Christopher Hitchens |
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Goodness, I was already a dork most of the times. I didn't need to be a drunk or high dork.
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drinking
self-deprecation
drugs
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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Every time I move I squash something said Loathesome.
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self-deprecation
self-esteem
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Norman Mailer |
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Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it. Usually I am in transit, speeding in my Jeep until my lungs give out. Today, I'm driving ninety-five down 95. I weave in and out of traffic, sewing up a scar. People yell at me behind their closed windows. I give them the finger. It would solve a thousand problems if I rolled the Jeep over an embankment. It's not like I haven't thought about it, you know. On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive--the sum of the parts equals more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.
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organ-donor
reckless-behavior
suicidal-ideation
reckless-driving
self-deprecation
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Jodi Picoult |
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I should have learned mindfulness, and it's too late now because it's no good learning it when you're already in crisis: you have to start when things are good. But only the very, very oddest would think, Hey, my life is perfect. I know! I'll sit and waste twenty minutes Observing My Thoughts without Judgement.
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thoughts
humour
mindfulness
self-deprecation
distraction
crisis
worry
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