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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9f85b63 | The best presents don't come in boxes. | Bill Watterson | ||
| f26f501 | It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again. | funeral | Ann-Marie MacDonald | |
| efc4198 | If Adam and Eve were not hunter-gatherers, then they were certainly gatherers. But, then, consumer desire, or self-embitterment, or the 'itch,' as Schopenhauer called it, appeared in the shape of the serpent. This capitalistic monster awakens in Adam and Eve the possibility that things could be better. Instantly, they are cast out of the garden and condemned to a life of toil, drudgery, and pain. Wants supplanted needs, and things have been.. | anarchism capitalism freedom | Tom Hodgkinson | |
| 66e4260 | It's the world's smallest violin, playing 'My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You'. | eddie-dean | Stephen King | |
| b832eb2 | Don't waste days, for they become weeks. Don't waste weeks, for they become months. | life-quotes-and-sayings matshona-dhliwayo-quotes time-quotations time-quote time-quotes wisdom-quotations wisdom-quotes wise-quotations wise-quotes | Matshona Dhliwayo | |
| 2c374aa | Every nowhere is somewhere[...] | inspirational journey life | David Mitchell | |
| acdcbf6 | When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher. | David Mitchell | ||
| ee615ce | Right, my phone. When these things first appeared, they were so cool. Only when it was too late did people realize they are as cool as electronic tags on remand prisoners. | technology | David Mitchell | |
| ab08e08 | Better a soulless clone... than a souled roach. | soul | David Mitchell | |
| 85454f6 | Access to memories does not guarantee access to truth. | David Mitchell | ||
| 9749525 | Your life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean." "Yet, what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?" | David Mitchell | ||
| f4bb574 | The silences after his last gasp were sung together by a blackbird. I lay there, my eyes unable to close. His were unable to open. I listed the places where I hurt, and how much. My loins felt ripped. Something inside had torn. There were seven places on my body where he had sunk his fangs into my skin and bitten. He'd dug his nails into my neck, and twisted my head to one side, and clawed my face. I hadn't made a noise. He had made all the.. | pain rape violence | David Mitchell | |
| 7bcc68d | and there, in the background, the brite spring sky's sediment had sunk to a dark band of blue. Ah, it mesmerized me...like the snow had done. All the woe of the words, "I am" seemed dissolved there, painlessly, peacefully. Hae-Joo announced, "The Ocean." | David Mitchell | ||
| 994ca0d | Music's a wood you walk through. | David Mitchell | ||
| b2e8f2a | Shit, meet Fan. Fan, this is Shit. | meet shit | David Mitchell | |
| 8aa8875 | There's got to be a nasty or dangerous side to anything enjoyable or there's something wrong, something suspicious and hidden. If everything seems perfect, it means you're one of the Eloi and a Morlock is watching you with a napkin tucked under its chin. | David Mitchell | ||
| a86809a | Civilisation's like the economy or Tinkerbell: If people stop believing it's real, it dies. | David Mitchell | ||
| ea47360 | How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body? | David Mitchell | ||
| 58b3be2 | That he loved her was his life's greatest grace--that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare. | Rosalind Miles | ||
| f0424f6 | God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?" Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I'd be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn't been in the city...very long. I didn't know." | cal-thompson gay-bar virginity | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 8b33db8 | That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| df908c1 | A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak. | rat rat-speak strainer | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 50f2615 | And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain. | lloyd-alexander prydain the-chronicles-of-prydain the-high-king | Lloyd Alexander | |
| 1b4d606 | The dear girl, I fear, may be contemplating some alarming, disruptive perhaps dangerous project. In which case, I would naturally do all in my power to keep her from any such rash or foolhardy enterprise - unless she wished me to accompany her. | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 088557f | This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool pseudo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip , often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the c.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| d165993 | all I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| b996616 | I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance to scratch a deep hole in the back of my retina, so that when I finally did turn to face the dark surrounding forest I thought I saw the billion eyes of a billion cats blinking out, in the math of the living, the sum of the universe, the stories of history , a life older than anyone could have ever imagined. And even af.. | stars | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| 3fb19df | Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting. | silence | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| 6f1e6bb | By the time she turned fifteen, all of that was gone. She hardly spoke in class. She refused to function in any sort of school event, and rather than discuss her feelings she deferred the world with a hard and perfectly practiced smile. Apparently--if her sister is to be believed--Karen spent every night of her fourteenth year composing that smile in front of a blue plastic handled mirror. Tragically her creation proved flawless and though .. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| c6d961e | for as leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| d5a19fb | My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal. What a feel. I'm too multiple to feel. A fork ahead. I take both. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| ab953bd | Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will,.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 7527759 | Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness and even more fullness; how then we will laugh and forget how imagining has already left us. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 1318a98 | At first glance, it seems hard to believe these two men are even related let alone brothers. Tom is content if there happens to be a game on and a soft place from which to watch it. Navidson works out every day, devours volumes of esoteric criticism, and constantly attaches the world around him to one thing: photography. Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, any.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| da81dc4 | Navidson's troubles might not have created the house, but they did ultimately shape the way he faced it. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| acccbe2 | People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain cmmunicated in the vague language of sex. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| b021cc4 | How easily she finds the impossible in the ordinary. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 2778cf9 | Footnote 164: "I finally hooked up with Ashley. I went over to her place yesterday morning. Early. She lives in Venice. Her eyebrows look like flakes of sunlight. Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground. And for the life of me I didn't know who she was or where we met... We sat down and I wanted to talk. I wanted to ask her who she was, where we'd met, been before, but she just smiled and held my hand as we lay down on the hammock and.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| bc4ce25 | One by one our skies go black. Stars are extinguished, collapsing into distances too great to breach. Soon, not even the memory of light will survive. Long ago, our manifold universes discovered futures would only expand. No arms of limit could hold or draw them back. Short of a miracle, they would continue to stretch, untangle and vanish - abandoned at long last to an unwitnessed dissolution. That dissolution is now. Final winks slipping o.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| f55818c | There once was a poor man who walked around without shoes. His feet were covered in calluses. One day a rich man felt sorry for the poor man and bought him a pair of Nikes. The poor man was extremely grateful and wore the shoes constantly. Well after a year or so, the shoes fell apart. So the poor man had to go back to running around barefoot, only now all his calluses were gone and his feet got all cut up and soon the cuts became infected .. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| aa08d34 | We did not just go to the stars. We became the stars. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 9d81673 | Never fear your fear. I am close. Don't forget. I am here. In losing your vision enlighten your own undertakings. In leaving our vision enlighten your own understanding. Always. I think you get this way of mine. Do you? I hope so. But if you don't it's no matter. For I shall be just the same, standing by, like some old still-growing tree, her rustle lost in fall but found again come spring. And of course you can lean on me. You can hide .. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| b11ca40 | FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse of you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 092d943 | Symbols shmimbols. Sure they're important but... Well look at Ahab's whale. Now there's a great symbol. Some say it stands for god, meaning, and purpose. Others say it stands for purposelessness and the void. But what we sometimes forget is that Ahab's whale was also just a whale. | Mark Z. Danielewski |