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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 574e4c0 | To become a person does not necessarily mean to be well adjusted, well adapted, approved of by others. It means to become who you are. We are meant to become more eccentric, more peculiar, more odd. We are not meant just to fit in. We are here to be different. We are here to be the individual. | James Hollis | ||
| 9c3947b | for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss an.. | James Joyce | ||
| 8e75e67 | Actually, this is a poem my father once showed me, a long time ago. It has been bastardized many times, in many ways, but this is the original: The Cold Within Six men trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold Each possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back For of the faces round the fire, he noticed one was black. One man looking cross the way, saw one not o.. | hate prejudice | James Patrick Kinney | |
| 7c28029 | If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff | debauchery decadence poetry | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 2b6ea62 | I have drawn the line, and I am still on this side of it. | Caroline Kettlewell | ||
| c64fff0 | It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. | Karen Russell | ||
| 8877223 | Slaves of Plastic! Leather-shoe chino-pants prisoners! Haircut junkies! Dacron-shiffers! | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 44222b2 | Clock hands move noonward | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| ceadcc5 | Inside skull vast as outside skull | cosmopolitan-greetings | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 2d8dc94 | who were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality. . . | poetry truth | Allen Ginsberg | |
| fe6b5db | I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked... who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war... who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no b.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| d28c7fd | Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A million girls vomit and groan Millions of families hopeless alone | refugees september-on-jessore-road war | Allen Ginsberg | |
| d3daedc | I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating ja.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| c4e66f2 | YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN HEAVEN | these-states | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 180bd2a | Unless Chase Bank quits I prophesy blood violence | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| edfe667 | robots pencil prescriptions for acid gas sunsets | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 6771f6e | What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jail-hous.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| fb1e7f5 | I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again -- can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with me. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 4f150cd | LSD Shakti-snake settles like Gas into Consciousness | these-states | Allen Ginsberg | |
| b8c3379 | Forty feet long sixty feet high hotel Covered with old gray for buzzing flies Eye like mango flowing orange pus Ears Durga people vomiting in their sleep Got huge legs a dozen buses move inside Calcutta Swallowing mouthfuls of dead rats Mangy dogs bark out of a thousand breasts Garbage pouring from its ass behind alleys Always pissing yellow Hooghly water Bellybutton melted Chinatown brown puddles Coughing lungs Sound going down the sewer N.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| f950de7 | Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers. | beloved jack-kerouac love love-quotes lovers | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 4e82560 | Forget pleasure and Ambition | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 074c981 | A missle lost Unprogrammed | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 2db9ab4 | artificial trees, robot sofas, Ignorant cars- One Way Street to Heaven | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 97601c3 | Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 05984fa | washing terror-waves round earth-globe back to suburb TV home night kitchens | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 97b3d64 | May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or gunsight at his white haired face! | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 79d1ef9 | the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 919b7e0 | Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God! | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 5ca6b5e | In Ankh-Morpork even the shit have a street to itself," said Detritus, awe and wonder in his voice. "Truly, this a land of opportunity." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5f3db34 | Things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folk; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle when they tried to think. In a funny sort of way, they were much better at it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3487c34 | Now consider the tortoise and the eagle. The tortoise is a ground-living creature. It is impossible to live nearer the ground without being under it. Its horizons are a few inches away. It has about as good a turn of speed as you need to hunt down a lettuce. It has survived while the rest of evolution flowed past it by being, on the whole, no threat to anyone and too much trouble to eat. And then there is the eagle. A creature of the air an.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a0d35ab | He was said to have the body of a twenty-five year old, although no-one knew where he kept it. The point was that everyone else had someone, even if in Nobby's case it was probably against their will. | nobby | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3b85fc5 | gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide | Terry Pratchett Neil Gaiman | ||
| 81e2563 | You can either be on the stage, just a performer, just going through the lines... or you can be outside it, and know how the script works, where the scenery hangs, and where the trapdoors are. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4d86881 | Sometimes I dream that we could deal with the big crimes, that we could make a law for countries and not just for people, | Terry Pratchett | ||
| dedb9d3 | Biers was where the undead drank. And when Igor the barman was asked for a Bloody Mary, he didn't mix a metaphor. | hogfather puns undead | Terry Pratchett | |
| 472aaef | About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts. | funny-and-random humor humorous retort satire wit witty | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3f7e983 | Joshua, cynicism is the only reasonable response to the antics of humanity. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f12082f | Om rubed his head. This wasn't god-like thinking. It seemed simpler when you were up here. It was all a game. You forgot that it wasn't a game down there. People died. Bits got chopped off. We're like eagles up here, he thought. Sometimes we show tortoise how to fly. Then we let go. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5ea8911 | It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the kind of deliberate annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life. It was the kind of sound that suggested very pointedly that in some hypothetical hourglass somewhere, another few grains of sand had dropped out form under you. | death | Terry Pratchett | |
| d7ea650 | Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 43285ea | He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3320785 | Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen. | Terry Pratchett |