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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ecac852 | It's a dangerous business, going out your door. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| ae5c2a9 | There is nothing one fears more or is more ashamed of than not being oneself. Yet few people realize even an approximation of their true potential. Most people must live with varying degrees of the shame and fear of not being fully in control of themselves. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 45fba54 | The boys eat happily looking into each other's eyes. Blood runs down their chins. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| c76d351 | The ears were large, flaring forward, the eyes limpid amber, in which the pupil floated like a glittering jewel, changing color with shifts of the light: obsidian, emerald, ruby, opal, amethyst, diamond. | lemurs madagascar | William S. Burroughs | |
| 1b4ff12 | Last night I encountered a dream cat with a very long neck and a body like a human fetus, gray and transluscent. I don't know what it needs or how to provide for it. Another dream years ago of a human child with eyes on stalks. It is very small, but can walk and talk "Don't you want me?" Again, I don't know how to care for the child. But I am dedicated to protecting and nurturing him at any cost! It is the function of the Guardian to protec.. | cat mutant | William S. Burroughs | |
| 8ac771a | He is a boy sleeping against the mosque wall, ejaculates wet dreaming into a thousand cunts pink and smooth as sea shells... | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 3ead00a | I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself. | guns klee painting | William S. Burroughs | |
| 8a0ae11 | A writer or any artist can't expect to be embraced by the people. I've done records where it seemed like no one listened to them. You write poetry books that maybe 50 people read. And you just keep doing your work because you have to, because it's your calling. But it's beautiful to be embraced by the people. Some people have said to me, "Well, don't you think that kind of success spoils one as an artist? If you're a punk rocker, you don't .. | art creativity writing | Patti Smith | |
| aecba34 | It (the sun) didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 6ea0c17 | All seasons have something to offer | seasons | Jeannette Walls | |
| c0e867f | Goddamnit I've never been the "pretty friend..." She's the one who wears the perfect eyeliner, it never gathers like a crowd in her tear ducts to create a grapefruit-size ebony eye booger. The one who can wear a bodysuit, sit down in it, and not have rolls of fat cascading over her belt. The one who can eat a sandwich or hamburger and not wind up with lipstick on the bun or on her chin. The one who can actually eat in front of other people .. | Laurie Notaro | ||
| 847b3bf | Just as life is made up of day and night, and song is made up of music and silence, friendships, because they are of this world, are also made up of times of being in touch and spaces in-between. Being human, we sometimes fill these spaces with worry, or we imagine the silence is some form of punishment, or we internalize the time we are not in touch with a loved one as some unexpressed change of heart. Our minds work very hard to make some.. | Mark Nepo | ||
| 3e7e062 | Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need. | Mark Nepo | ||
| c3d500e | I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning | Joseph Heller | ||
| a8e94f1 | But how can one be warm alone? | Joseph Heller | ||
| f2d1ce1 | All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars. | humor stars war | Joseph Heller | |
| aac1b72 | Clevinger was a troublemaker and a wise guy. Lieutenant Scheisskopf knew that Clevinger might cause even more trouble if he wasn't watched. Yesterday it was the cadet officers; tomorrow it might be the world. Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskopf had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times. Such men were dangerous, and even the new cadet officers whom Clevinger had helped into office were eager to give .. | Joseph Heller | ||
| 93f3a30 | I did it to protect my good reputation in case anyone ever caught me walking around with crab apples in my cheeks. With rubber balls in my hands I could deny there were crab apples in my cheeks. Everytime someone asked me why I was walking around with crab apples in my cheeks, I'd just open my hands and show them it was rubber balls I was walking around with, not crab apples, and that they were in my hands, not my cheeks. It was a good stor.. | Joseph Heller | ||
| 251fac9 | Jesus Christ was innocent too,' said Svejk, 'and all the same they crucified him. No one anywhere has ever worried about a man being innocent. Maul halten und weiter dienen ['Grin and bear it and get on with the job'] - as they used to tell us in the army. That's the best and finest thing of all. | inspirational irony svejk | Jaroslav Hašek | |
| d44b321 | My point is that life on earth can take care of itself. In the thinking of a human being, a hundred years in a long time. A hundred years ago, we didn't have cars and airplanes and computers and vaccines...It was a whole different world. But to the earth, a hundred years is *nothing*. A million years is *nothing*. This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can't imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven't got the hu.. | Michael Crichton | ||
| 537d196 | Extrapolating from the statistical growth of the legal profession, by the year 2035 every single person in the United States will be a lawyer, including newborn infants. | Michael Crichton | ||
| d2c0a33 | Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect is as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray's case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward--reversing cause and effect. I call these the "wet streets cause rain" stories. Pap.. | gell-mann-amnesia media media-bias | Michael Crichton | |
| 64a3ef2 | Every now and then you run up on one of those days when everything's in vain ... a stone bummer from start to finish; and if you know what's good for you, on days like these you sort of hunker down in a safe corner and watch. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 734a259 | Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted, and animals whisper at me from unseen places. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 285bcfc | For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 43f8d60 | There's a difference between writing for a living and writing for life. If you write for a living, you make enormous compromises.... | Toni Morrison | ||
| def2908 | Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure--wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 76c7884 | Letting go isn't giving up. It's trusting God to do whatever He has to do. | Francine Rivers | ||
| be3bd47 | Perfect love drives out fear | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| ff1b79a | They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving. | grief leaving light loss morning pain pale talk windows | Raymond Carver | |
| 8a26c6f | If you lie to yourself about your own pain, you will be killed by those who will claim you enjoyed it. | Alice Walker | ||
| 0035339 | It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period | Alice Walker | ||
| 8179ee3 | Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 6b1991b | The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 81b5343 | Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious. | bat bats dialogue-over-a-ouija-board fall foliage leaves november ouija wind | Sylvia Plath | |
| e2bb68e | I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 8303bc5 | The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f16430e | I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 9bb3801 | It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 984d3f9 | You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. | disillusionment dreams magic | Sylvia Plath | |
| 301a960 | My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious simile, like a wastebasket full of waste paper; bits of hair, and rotting apple cores. I am feeling depressed from being exposed to so many lives, so many of them exciting, new to my realm of experience. I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends. It was that way with Ann: I admired her wit, her rid.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| d9c6898 | to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be it by painting or writing. * to know that millions of others are unhappy and that life is a gentleman's agreement to grin and paint your face gay so others will feel they are silly to be unhappy, and try to catch the contagion of joy, while inside so many are dying of bitterness and unfulfillment... | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 3caa5f6 | Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death -- mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 8d9ba92 | But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. | poetry | Sylvia Plath |