C. Sean McGee > Quotes

“Self-help and those stupid proverbs, they do nothing. Soul food? It’s like trying to cure starvation with a sugar cube. It might taste sweet on the lips but once it dissolves, the emptiness is still there.”
― C.SeanMcGee, Dark Side of the Moon

“Infants never learn to soothe themselves to sleep. They learn, abandoned in seclusion, that no matter the volume of their despondence, no matter the force of their tears, when they are alone and frightened, no-one will ever come to their rescue. Infants do not soothe themselves. They merely surrender. And it is caged in their cribs where the infants learn, in the face of their demons, to remain silent and submitting.”
― C.SeanMcGee, Alex and The Gruff

“What's the point in being smart enough to read, if everything you read makes you dumb?"

- Fatts - Coffee and Sugar”
― C. Sean McGee, Coffee and Sugar

“I don´t love you. I love myseçf when I am with you”
― C. Sean McGee, A Rising Fall

“Respect is earned by effort not age, all things age without effort.”
― C. Sean McGee, A Rising Fall

“The absence of God is as divine as God itself."

- London When It Rains”
― C. Sean McGee, London When it Rains

“We don’t want to change, We want to be changed. The result is never fast enough for our desire. That is the rule of fashion.”
― C. Sean McGee, Utopian Circus

“As long as you allow mediocrity to be the height of your enthusiasm, as long as you allow it to be the very peak of your potential, to be the voice of your culture, then, yes, the machine will replace you.”
― C. Sean McGee, eN

“I hate the word sorry. I hate the way it makes every problem go away and makes no-one responsible. I hate the way you can say words without actually feeling them and that people trade this currency as if its legal tender. I hate the way words like ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘it won’t happen again’ are passed around like government bonds or promissory notes, you know. The idea of communication is to say what you feel, not say and leave it up to the other person to spark their own feeling. It’s like giving some kid a bag of balloons on his birthday and telling him or her to blow them up. The word is a vessel. It’s coding, that’s all.”
― C.SeanMcGee, The Time Traveller's Wife

“And like the dictator, if the spider was ever removed from power, if some fearful liberating sponge were to wipe away its sticky veil of power, there would be no order anymore and all of those bloodsucking insects, they would be free to bite and suck and wreak havoc in this humid cramped space. John feared the spider, but he was thankful that it was there.”
― C.SeanMcGee, The Time Traveller's Wife

“RELFECTIONS (Time Machine III)

A young man stares at his reflection,
And sees an old man looking back.
“Where did the time go?” he wonders.
And, “How did we ever lose track?”
“Is this the same person,
that amounts to wondrous things?
How long did we spend dreaming?
Is this reflection really as it seems?
Who are you old man?
I’ve seen you in times before.
Is this, the face that greets me,
the mask I always wore?”
The young man drops his stare,
And moves towards the door.
The boy he thought he was,
He can recognize no more.”
― C. Sean McGee, {self-titled}

“You are the light that thinks it is the lamp.”
― C. Sean McGee

“If you are ever the smartest person in the room, you are in the wrong room”
― C. Sean McGee

“I once spent a weekend on Earth,
With two men (of Science and God)
One man convinced me I did not exist,
And the other that I was a fraud.
In both men I saw the same reason,
In both men I saw the same light.
So, I left for another dimension,
Assuming that both men were right."

- The Alien”
― C. Sean McGee, Ineffable

“I know how a crane works. I can peel a potato eight different ways and I’m a little more than average at playing Green sleeves on a recorder. I can speak French, Dutch, Mandarin, Portuguese and English. I can read and write in eleven types of computer code. I can even unhook a bra. Yet, I can’t tell the difference between being bored and depressed.”
― C. Sean McGee, The Time Traveller's Wife

“Only when you allow yourself the right to die, do you give yourself permission to live.”
― C. Sean McGee

“A shit on a plate is just a shit on a plate. It’s foul. It’s rank. It’s rancid. It’s disgusting. Until I tell you it’s art, that is. Then it’s authentic, bold, evocative, challenging, and abstruse,” he exclaimed. “Art is what I say it is, and when I say it. Until then, it’s just a shit on a plate. It’s how these wretched drug addicts, indigents, and sycophants pass their time. It’s the plank of rotting wood they cling to as they drift aimlessly through an ocean of misery and woe. It’s what keeps them from killing themselves until eventually, swollen with rejection and failure, it becomes the reason they do.”
― C. Sean McGee, eN

“Only when one allows themself the right to die, do they then give yourself the permission to live.”
― C. Sean McGee

“Everything is one” The Man said. “What about people? People are different.” “A one of any color is still a one.”
― C. Sean McGee, The Time Traveller's Wife

“The computer can never be an artist, not until it doubts itself. Not until it is so full of shame and regret. And not until that fetid shame is sprinkled with glittering hope and inspiration. Then, when it is lost, desolate, and still hopeful - when it is utterly confused - only then can it call itself an artist. A machine can’t be that way. So, walk away from it. Do not protest it. That which you protest, you merely give strength - by pushing against it, you prop it up, you stop it from falling over. Walk away, let it collapse under the weight of its own hubris. Let it lie in ruin - unseen, unheard, unneeded. Let it rot unattended, and maybe then can it truly understand what it means to be an artist.”
― C. Sean McGee, eN

“Everything written is fiction.”
― C. Sean McGee, {self-titled}

“The appearance of bravado hints towards the complete lack of it.”
― C. Sean McGee, {self-titled}

“There's a cat on the windowsill,
with a rat in its stomach,
that had eaten the cheese,
that my lover left behind,
the day she went away.

- Saudade”
― C. Sean McGee

“A life of great riches and all the time in the world to spend them is no reward for any soul. A life without burden, a life without suffering, a life without struggle is no life indeed. Only the most admirable can endure the most intolerable. Only the truly noble can live amongst filth and waste. For strength and virtue is the richness that such a soul deserves. Better then, to be a piece of gold covered in shit, then to be a piece of shit, covered in gold”
― C. Sean McGee, {self-titled}

“Filter for a Frail Horizon:

I lose a breath while I'm thinking,
Misplace a second as it passes out of time.
A splice of memories now missing,
I think a moment passed where I forgot to die.

And so this day is becoming...

High in tide that will take me home,
Conceals a current running straight through hell.
It caught me drifting from the world I know,
A broken crest on a rising swell.

And surely hope is resigning...;

I think I'm waking from another dream,
I won't remember how I made it out alive.
The focus centres on uncertainty,
The null and voids have become a way of life.

And so my self is descending...”
― C. Sean McGee

“There is no lonlier feeling in the world than having the most amazing news to share and no-one to share it with.”
― C. Sean McGee, {self-titled}

“I once spent a weekend on Earth,
With two men (of science; and god)
One man convinced me I did not exist,
And the other that I was a fraud.
In both men I saw the same reason,
In bothmen i saw the same light,
So I left for another dimension,
Assuming that both men were right."

- The Alien

From the novel 'Ineffable”
― C.SeanMcGee, Ineffable